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Game

Genres: Hip-Hop

Ghetto Days Lyrics - Game

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 

 

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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 

 

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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 

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