I Wanna Go Back
Cause I remember way back when
Got kicked out the crib and had a place to stay in the clem
With some friends George and Jay
We was a funky fresh crew when i DJ'ed
But what a shock it was to be on the set
Comin from a nice home now livin in the projects
No regrets cause I learned alot
And I earned alot in the parking lot
Doin dirt for the O.Gs slangin rocks
You can call me that little white kid
Who could rock on the two turntables
And that aint no fable
Watchin Eddie Murphie, instead of Clark Gable
My whole lifestyle switched Hoss
Puttin in hours at the 76 car wash
But I could never wait for them weekends to come
Dum ditty dum ditty ditty dum dum
Boom, boom, the basement
On the turntables fuckin it up, in Dukes basement
Boomtime productions, who kept the jam jumpin
Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin
And get some love back to those that loved me
206 Court street, and my second mom Tracy, little Keesha, and Cole
My mellow boe, and my homegirl Flo
Doc Ralph C used to buy me some
But I kept my tables in the crib when I wasnt in the club
Tom, Rich, and Mike Shafer used to give me rides
And buy me groceries when I didnt have no papers
And Im grateful for this
Sometimes I look back and it's these times I miss
Making demos my old four track
Sometimes I cant help but think, I Wanna Go Back
I Wanna Go Back, back in the time (3x)
Got kicked out again for bein fly
Got invited to stay with Tony and Eli
An' they greeted me like brothers
R-I-P to the coolass mothers
An my brother din dada
For the homies that aint here I still gotta lot of love
I wanna go back, way back
To change things and bring y'all back
I pour a tear out for y'all
Im singin I saw the light from my cousin Paul
Life brings alot of tragedy
I look around at times and its so sad to see
A wasted life, or a broken home
But all I can do is take care of my own
I feel so alone like a stranger
And sometimes I express my love through my anger
And I lost alot of friends for this
Blackman, T-Bone, Ernest Katie C, and Chris
And the rest of the beach crew
I aint sayin that i'm wrong, but I still got love for you
Cause I remember how it used to be
Make way motherfuckers beach crew's in the party
To the right to the left
Me Black Man, and Funk Daddy, Deaf Steph
And sometimes i feel blessed for sure
To have been a part of one or raps last great tours
Ice Cube, Too Short, D-Nice, yo, yo
Kid Rock and it dont stop
I Wanna Go Back (3x)
I remember Little Robert, cause i stayed with him
I used to go and see Campbel when i need a trim
Ands when times got grim, and it seemed that i lost my way
I used to go and get blown out with Raveigh
Bumpin shoulders and slappin hands
Willie Night had a disco right in his basement man
Them New Haven jams
Me and Black man runnin' crazy scams
Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing
Just makin that money and pullin them hunnies
Spandex shorts, and the halter tops
Slangin them rocks, and runnin from the cops
The only white kid walked around on the block
Crusin' in Amp's low ridin' rag top
Go see Howard for what you need
Underage, buyin' 40's and bags of weed
Buyin late night liquor, from Bubba Coles
People used to say "Rock you got soul"
Finks looked out, and so did Lou
Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot
Chuck, Dee, and Murph were the origional 3
And now Richard, Dee, and Kracker are down with me
I got a studio, records, and a taste of fame
But when i roll through the krem, it's all the same
Even though things change, you know i aint forgot
Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock
But it's hard to go back to the things i knew
Cause the new life i have now, lives for 2
Yeah, and that's where i'm at
I wanna go back (3x)
Let it ride, let it ride