The Past Time

Lets bring it back to the good ole' days VCN3! It's Language Arts bitch! It was all a dream I used to read Play Boy magazine Mr. Medik and swipe Villa in a ragged street As Jay brought us plenty of trouble So we'd code name graffiti riding in twenty or double It was fuck work, bus hop, paint shit, shoulder tap Get drunk, smoke weed, vomit up, circle back Days went by without sobering up A 32 amilla low life for lunch, what? After finishing a handle off Pus fell of the truck in the middle on Santa Moss Rocking barbecue stains like Tim McGraw Pissing off the roof on expensive cars And it was chase jack out bruise and zip slowly Eyes crossed like Christian, stay drunk like Big Nolty For the past time Living this one like it's your last life Smoking it slowly and well that's fine And hold the dro, take note before we're gone old and grown For the past time Living this one like it's your last life Smoking it slowly and well that's fine And go for broke, lay low when you sit back from rolling a roach Cruising all the way to park in shacks taken Abandoned like a forty on floors, well i'll take it Departments we use to Everyday we shoot through Time always flew dude Coming home and shoot hoops Pops getting mad at me Fuck going home now It's all instant battery Papa's little ho-down Talking over drinks, some weed, and I'm staying Then what the fuck you putting that beliefs, your bet's amazing Girls and some alcohol Things that are tangible Nowadays you add up your things And they're edible Take a little weight off your feet Load, and keep low Raw meat till' your meat bone Look at me Drink another Forty till' I sleep And another one for breakfast Gift of Gab on repeat Reminiscing is sweet Wishing you could be here That's what friends need Your's truly, Q-West to BCM3 For the past time Living this one like it's your last life Smoking it slowly and well that's fine And hold the dro, take note before we're gone old and grown For the past time Living this one like it's your last life Smoking it slowly and well that's fine And go for broke, lay low when you sit back from rolling a roach No pause in life I'm not stopping at stop light I walk and reflect Road traveled as i cross by The path of others building memories that's classic Some are still chillin but my brother rests in ashes A passion for the stories made by the mischief Tales at the park with the bay in the distance On a vista, sipping poison and I've been arrested here No acceptance to the lesson with assessment of the years Running free to the rattle of the can By the creek side, track spot, forty in a bag I wasn't in to running yards I'm in a party train of 20 cars Or in a cudi spot with honey parked, until the sun at large SF to SJ I'll navigate it backwards SF state to Treasure Island bus disaster Lower Haight, city walk'n until the tread is blank Return to SJ with a new tune to generate Yeah I remember sneaking out back in the day Squeezing past my squeaky kick I hit the night looking to blaze Spawn with me Faded on the sleepy streets Up late and under age Rampage drinking forties in the storm drain Not afraid We had all kinds of plots Igniting lighter bombs high up in the mountains Drop the mic with thoughts Rooftop balloon launch we drop only laws On the city college garage and we go into the parking lot Being a kid and just loving it Doing dumb shit in the summer live tickets in the summit Fuck it, mugging old heads bumping NOFX We hit the road West, less invisible with no regrets Creep a hop with young love like a hard drug Scars and tongues slip out my arms like a drum hub On the flip side where the valley lights the sky Where we stood still on those foot hills Frozen in time For the past time Living this one like it's your last life Smoking it slowly and well that's fine And hold the dro, take note before we're gone old and grown For the past time Living this one like it's your last life Smoking it slowly and well that's fine And go for broke, lay low when you sit back from rolling a roach Don't say that! Never say that! Goonies never say die! Don't you realize? Right now they gotta do what's right for them Cause it's their time. Their time up there! Down here it's our time. It's our time down here! That's all over the second we ride up in Troy's bucket...