Ghetto Dayz

[Intro: Kurupt, The Game & Black-Ty]

Yeah, right

Compton, South Central, Watts

Long Beach, Inglewood, East L.A

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

West Coast for life

Live and die for this shit

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

[Verse 1: Kurupt]

Yeah, when I was young livin' life on the run

11 years old, real life, no goals

Sneakin' little sips in the cut (In the cut)

I'm takin lil' hits in the cut (In the cut)

Before they even called me Kurupt ridin' down the blocks

I'ma tell you how I grew up (Up, up, up)

I was always in the mix (Yeah), too young for sticks (Uh huh)

Ty, tell 'em 'bout that Watts experience

[Verse 2: Black-Ty]

In Watts, a nigga couldn't wait for the summertime

Backyard barbecues, yeah, that'll free your mind

We stay fallin' off them ice cream trucks

All my niggas nickel-baggin' it, hustlin' bucks

You could catch me in the middle of the street

Slapboxin' with my nigga Porky (Haha)

And as I take you down my memory lane

I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days

Let 'em know

[Chorus: Tyrese  & Black-Ty]

Let me take you back (Yeah), oh-ohhh-ohhhh (To all niggas doin' time)

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

Let me take you back, oh-ohhhohohhhh (You gon' be home soon though, we family)

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

Let me take you back, oh-ohh-ohhh

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

(Yeah, Kurupt in this muh'fucker nigga, haha)

Let me take you back, oh-ohhhohohhhh

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

(No-no no no nooooo)

[Verse 3: Black-Ty]

I ain't change, nigga, I'm just busy

Fuck bein' broke, nigga, 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 tryna 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, West side 'til I die, c'mon

[Verse 4: Kurupt]

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 public

Crenshaw was crackin', durin' the day 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

[Verse 5: Black-Ty]

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 with it

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

Reminiscin 'bout my first piece of cock (Hahaha)

Yeah

[Chorus: Tyrese  & Black-Ty]

Let me take you back (Yeah), oh-ohhh-ohhhh (What what I'm sayin'?)

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

Let me take you back (Take you niggas back, man), oh-ohhhohohhhh (You fuck hoes, huh?)

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

(You guys don't remember, haha)

Let me take you back, oh-ohh-ohhh (Kurupt, Dogg Pound gangstas)

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

(Yeah, Kurupt in this muh'fucker nigga, haha)

Let me take you back, oh-ohhhohohhhh (That's what it is my nigga, West Side )

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

(Let's go, come on)

(No-no no no nooooo)

[Verse 6: The Game]

The 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 niggas" (R-I-P)

We were scared of gangbangers, walked to school in groups

Argued who was the best emcee, Ice Cube or Snoop ('Pac, 'Pac)

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

[Chorus: Tyrese  & Black-Ty]

Let me take you back, oh-ohhh-ohhhh

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

Let me take you back, oh-ohhhohohhhh

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

Let me take you back, oh-ohh-ohhh

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

Let me take you back, oh-ohhhohohhhh

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

(No-no no no nooooo)

[Verse 7: Tyrese]

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, 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, ohh, oh, girl

[Chorus: Tyrese  & Black-Ty]

Let me take you back, oh-ohhh-ohhhh

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

Let me take you back, oh-ohhhohohhhh

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

Let me take you back, oh-ohh-ohhh

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

Let me take you back, oh-ohhhohohhhh

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

(No-no no no nooooo)

Let me take you back, oh-ohhh-ohhhh

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

Let me take you back, oh-ohhhohohhhh

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

Let me take you back, oh-ohh-ohhh

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

Let me take you back, oh-ohhhohohhhh

(I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days)

(No-no no no nooooo)