Ghetto Dayz (feat. The Game & Kurupt)

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