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