The Game - Ghetto Dayz lyrics
* Black-Ty is the rapper and Tyrese is the singer [Kurupt] Yeah, right [Intro: The Game] + (Black-Ty) 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 sh** (I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days) [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'mma tell you how I grew up I was always in the mix, too young for sticks Ty, tell 'em 'bout that Watts experience [Black-Ty] Yeah, uh-huh... In Watts, a n***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 n***as nickel-baggin it, hustlin bucks You, could catch me in the middle of the street Slapboxin with my n***a Porky, ha ha And as I take you down my memory lane I'm reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days - let 'em know [Hook: 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-ohhh-ohhhh (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 [Black-Ty - over Hook] Yeah, to all n***as doin time You gon' be home soon though, we family Yeah, Kurupt in this muh'f**er n***a! Haha [Black-Ty] I ain't change n***a, I'm just busy f** bein broke n***a 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 [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 {?} 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 [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 wit it And all them hoodrats used to hold us down on the block Reminiscin 'bout my first piece of co*k (hahaha) Yeah [Hook] [Black-Ty - over Hook] Knahmsayin? Take you n***as back man You f** hoes, huh? You guys don't remember, haha Kurupt! Dogg Pound Gangstas! That's what it is my n***a Westside, let's go, c'mon [The Game] 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 n***as" (R.I.P.) We were scared of gang-bangers, walked to school in groups Argued who was the best MC, Ice Cube or Snoop ('Pac, 'Pac) Damn, I miss my ghetto days Whether it was Coca-Cola or straight coke we found a way Heyyy, and the memories of Eazy and 'Pac California, we all we got, we got, we got [Hook] [Tyrese] I remember when I used to say I wanna rap and sing All my n***as used to laugh at me But nowwww, I'm on top of my game But nowwwww, 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 stroooong, cause we know it ain't easy Come hooooome, 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, ohhhhhh girl [Hook] - repeat 2X [Tyrese - over Hook] Let me take you back Down my memory lane, yeah Said I got somethin to share with you, yeah Na-nana-na-na-na-na-nahhhh Down my memory lane baby! Baby yeah, na-nana-na-na-na-nahhhhh Take you back, yeahhhhh Reminiscin 'bout my ghetto days Mmmmm, ohhh-ohh-ohh na-na-nahhhh Oh-ohhhhhhhh...