Yeah, right Compton, South Central, Watts

Long Beach, Inglewood, East L.A.

West Coast for life

Live and die for this *** 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 [Incomprehensible] 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