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