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Take It Back

Davina Joy
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[Intro: Devina & (Wody) La la la la la la la la la la la la la (La ho girl Devina, Wody, Big Tone, to the days of old) Can you take it back? Can you take it back? Can you take it back? Take me, take me back Let's take it back to the scratch Looking at the Antioch Bridge, the smoke stacks That other breeze in the winter can freeze But in the summer was a blessing for those with no AC Late night we hot potato Boys is where the downtown Antioch, your things are West front, West 11, West 4th When the crews hit party, we come out in force Strapped up of course Prepared to kill, it was our last resort We all had a simple goal to keep the peace Believe the disrespectful in the streets deceased In ninety-three before Dickies had the double knees And oldies and Mickey's we was guzzling Back when money was another thing And knowing who's who wasn't puzzling So many homies dark and only crazy souls That live on in our memories from days of old So many homies dark and only crazy souls That live on in our memories from days of old Take it back to the days when the songs they would play They would take me away, take me, take me away And everyone was having fun And everyone was having fun Can you take it back? Can you take it back? Can you take it back? Take me, take me back Can you take it back? Can you take it back? Can you take it back? Take me, take me back Take me back to the days of old White wall tires, triple four times gold Old school bumping when we cruise and stroll Four cars deep rolling to the car show Rolling hella clean, rolling hella deep Creed throwing fourteen Sipping on my Heem when I pull up to the scene Two fine honies trying to holla at me Back in ninety-eight was the days for me Little knucklehead homie that I was raised to be Only fourteen on my lowrider bike On my late night hype and another gang fight Old school bandana shirts and shit Nike Cortez with them Chucks and a kit Ditching high school just to kick it with the clique Gather up the homies with the same old trip Friday, Saturday, party all night Sunday barbecue, kick back and get high Pull up in the whip and watch my ride Another Sunday stroll, look at me, I'm looking tired All white, all white on my pants slash jeans On the telephone, yeah, my crew's Chevys Man, but me, I'm the one that's creased Old days letters on my crisp red tee I see you, papi, you know you're looking good I love to see the homies still posted in the hood Creased down, strapped up, Dickies, khakis, rocking Chucks Keep it gangsta, keep it old school, and we'll never switch it up Take it back to the days when the songs they would play They would take me away, take me, take me away And everyone was having fun And everyone was having fun Can you take it back? Can you take it back? Can you take it back? Take me, take me back Can you take it back? Can you take it back? Can you take it back? Take me, take me back Growing up in Northside Fremont You'd find me and Gorilla Wound posted on the G block Those were the days when I was just a little homegirl Take you to another place, I'm taking you to my world Striking with the homies, take it back to the lakes Barbecues at Los Cerritos and chilling on the gates Things ain't the same as those days fade away And everyone has changed, but the memories remain I miss those days when life was fun I miss those days when we were young When I hear the songs they were playing back then They always take me back and I'm young again Tripping on a memory Reminiscing on the days and how good it used to be Take it back to the days when the songs they would play They would take me away, take me, take me away And everyone was having fun And everyone was having fun Can you take it back? Can you take it back? Can you take it back? Take me, take me back Can you take it back? Can you take it back? Can you take it back? Take me, take me back I miss those days when life was fun I miss those days when we were young