Yeah,
Compton, Central, Watts Long Beach, Inglewood, L.A. West for life Live and die for shit
Yeah, when I was young livin' on the run 11 years old, real life, no Sneakin' sips in the cut I'm takin' lil' in the cut
Before even called me Kurupt Ridin' down the blocks I'ma you how I grew up I was in the mix, too young for sticks Ty, tell 'em 'bout that Watts
In Watts, a couldn't wait for the summertime barbecues, yeah, that'll free your mind We stay fallin' off them ice trucks All my nickel-baggin' it, hustlin' bucks
You could me in the middle of the street with my **** Porky And as I you down my memory lane I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days, let 'em
Let me you back, ohh I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto Let me you back, ohh I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days Let me you back, ohh I'm 'bout my ghetto days
I ain't change ****, I'm busy bein' broke **** I'm filthy Got a problem me holla at me, I'll be back in six months I'm on the road my money up
And I remember all the young soldiers in the hood tryin' to bang Slang a nickel bag screamin' ain't a thing For real, I exactly how y'all feel I'm reppin' black and pride, Westside 'til I die, c'mon
I got a lot of in me, I was thinkin' Couple years older, 14 and drinkin' Thinkin' 'bout Uncle army, the old folks love me I'm just gettin' up in the game, the bang [Incomprehensible]
Crenshaw was crackin', doin' they got Schwinns On Sundays watchin' all the big spin I want Dana's, that's all I see That's like the Army, with Dana's you all you be, I reminisce
I used to love eatin' polly and chico sticks me jump up in the bush to play, hide-go-get-it, I'm wit it And all them used to hold us down on the block Reminiscin' 'bout my first of ****, yeah
Let me you back, ohh I'm 'bout my ghetto days Let me you back, ohh I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days
Let me you back, ohh I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days Let me you back, ohh I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days
Truth is, I ran away I was 5 years old Ran 'til my And-1's had in the soles I had three silk shirts, two pair of Spent the night at Boo's house, we was his clothes
left me out in the cold Worse than that my man took five shots and he ain't lose his I was with a blind man's vision And no matter how I tried, I could never see prison
And to all my dead homies, we pour out liquor We just poke our chest out and say, "We miss ****" We were of gang-bangers, walked to school in groups Argued who was the best MC, Ice Cube or
Damn, I my ghetto days Whether it was or straight coke we found a way Hey, and the memories of Eazy and California, we all we got, we got, we got
Let me you back, ohh I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days Let me you back, ohh I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days
Let me you back, ohh I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days Let me you back, ohh I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days
I remember when I used to say I wanna rap and All my used to laugh at me But now, I'm on top of my But now, and ain't a thing changed
From superstar to Coca-Cola All my people locked got nothin' but love for ya Stay strong, we know it ain't easy Come home, 'cause we you on the streets
Listen, ladies, how you gonna act like that? It's your baby boy, back, back So let me take you down my lane Reminiscin' my ghetto days, ohh girl
Let me you back, ohh I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days Let me you back, ohh I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto
Let me you back, ohh I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days Let me you back, ohh I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh I'm 'bout my ghetto days Let me you back, ohh I'm 'bout my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days Let me you back, ohh I'm 'bout my ghetto days