ฟังเพลงGhetto Dayz (Explicit)

Yea right

Compton South Central Watts Longbeach Engelwood

(I'm reminiscing bout my ghetto dayz)

West Coast for life live and die for this sh*t

When i was young living life on the run

Eleven years old real life no goals

Sneaking little sips in the cut

Before they even called me Kurupt

Ridin down the block so ima tell you how i grew up

I was always in the mix too young for sticks

Ty tell em about that Watts experience

In Watts a ni**a couldn't wait for the summer time

Back yard barbeque yea that'll free your mind

We stayed fallin of them ice cream trucks

All my niggas nickel baging it and hustling bucks

You could catch me in the middle of the streets

Slap boxing with my ni**a Porky

And as i take you down my memory lane

I'm reminiscin bout my ghetto dayz

Let em know

Let me take you back ooooooo

Let me take you back ooooooo

Let me take you back ooooooo

Let me take you back ooooooo

I ain't changed ni**a I'm just busy

F**k bein broke ni**a I'm filthy

Got a problem wit me holla at me I'll be back in 6 months

I'm on the road gettin my money up

And I remember all the young soldiers in the hood

Tryin to gang bang slingin nickel bags

Screamin money ain't a thing for real

I know exactly how yall feel

I'm reppin black and brown pride

West Side til I die

I got a lot of rider in me

I was thinkin couple years older

14 smokin and drinkin

Thinkin bout uncle jame's army

The old folks love it

I'm just gettin up in the game

And gang bang bubbly

Crinshaws crackin durin the day got schwinns

On sundays watchin all the big homies spin

I won't dance

Cuz that's all I see

That's like the army

That's all you can be

I used to love feedin polices and cheap coast

Watch me jump up in the push

And play hide and go get it I'm wit it

And all the hoodrats used to hold us down on the block

Reminiscin bout my first piece of cock

Let me take you back ooooooo

Let me take you back ooooooo

Let me take you back ooooooo

Let me take you back ooooooo

Truth is I ran way when I was 5 years old

Ran til my And 1's had holes in the soles

I had 3 silk shirts 2 pairs of jebose

Spent the night at boo's house we was sharin his clothes

Moms left me out in the cold

Worst that that my man took 5 shots and ain't lose his soul

I was livin w/ 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 rout liquor

We just poke our chests out and say we miss ya niggas

We was scared of gang bangers walked to school in groups

Argued who was the best MC Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn I miss my ghetto dayz

Whether it was Coca Cola or straight coke

We found a way

Hey and the memories of EZ and Pac

California we all we got

Let me take you back ooooooo

Let me take you back ooooooo

Let me take you back ooooooo

Let me take you back ooooooo

I remember when I used to say I wanna rap and sing

All my niggas used to laugh at me

But now I'm on top of my game

But now it ain't a damn thing changed

Ghetto superstar to coca cola

All my people locked down got nothin but love for ya

Stay strong cuz I know it ain't easy

Come home cuz we miss ya on the streets

Sweet ladies how you gonna act like that

Its your baby boy holla back

So let me take you down my memory lane

Reminiscin bout my ghetto dayz

Let me take you back ooooooo

Let me take you back

Let me take you back ooooooo

Let me take you back ooooooo

Let me take you back ooooooo

Let me take you back ooooooo

Let me take you back ooooooo

Let me take you back ooooooo

Let me take you back ooooooo