Ghetto Dayz (Explicit)
Tyrese, The Game, Kurupt"Ghetto Dayz (Explicit)" is a song by Tyrese, The Game, Kurupt, released in 2007 in the Pop genre. The song is 5:33 long and contains 98 lines and 720 words.
0:00Yea right
0:03Compton South Central Watts Longbeach Engelwood
0:06(I'm reminiscing bout my ghetto dayz)
0:09West Coast for life live and die for this sh*t
0:15When i was young living life on the run
0:17Eleven years old real life no goals
0:20Sneaking little sips in the cut
0:27Before they even called me Kurupt
0:29Ridin down the block so ima tell you how i grew up
0:33I was always in the mix too young for sticks
0:37Ty tell em about that Watts experience
0:39In Watts a ni**a couldn't wait for the summer time
0:43Back yard barbeque yea that'll free your mind
0:46We stayed fallin of them ice cream trucks
0:48All my niggas nickel baging it and hustling bucks
0:51You could catch me in the middle of the streets
0:55Slap boxing with my ni**a Porky
0:58And as i take you down my memory lane
1:01I'm reminiscin bout my ghetto dayz
1:03Let em know
1:04Let me take you back ooooooo
1:10Let me take you back ooooooo
1:17Let me take you back ooooooo
1:23Let me take you back ooooooo
1:30I ain't changed ni**a I'm just busy
1:33F**k bein broke ni**a I'm filthy
1:35Got a problem wit me holla at me I'll be back in 6 months
1:38I'm on the road gettin my money up
1:40And I remember all the young soldiers in the hood
1:44Tryin to gang bang slingin nickel bags
1:46Screamin money ain't a thing for real
1:48I know exactly how yall feel
1:50I'm reppin black and brown pride
1:52West Side til I die
1:54I got a lot of rider in me
1:56I was thinkin couple years older
1:5814 smokin and drinkin
2:00Thinkin bout uncle jame's army
2:02The old folks love it
2:03I'm just gettin up in the game
2:05And gang bang bubbly
2:06Crinshaws crackin durin the day got schwinns
2:09On sundays watchin all the big homies spin
2:12I won't dance
2:14Cuz that's all I see
2:15That's like the army
2:16That's all you can be
2:19I used to love feedin polices and cheap coast
2:22Watch me jump up in the push
2:23And play hide and go get it I'm wit it
2:26And all the hoodrats used to hold us down on the block
2:29Reminiscin bout my first piece of cock
2:31Let me take you back ooooooo
2:38Let me take you back ooooooo
2:44Let me take you back ooooooo
2:50Let me take you back ooooooo
2:56Truth is I ran way when I was 5 years old
2:59Ran til my And 1's had holes in the soles
3:02I had 3 silk shirts 2 pairs of jebose
3:05Spent the night at boo's house we was sharin his clothes
3:08Moms left me out in the cold
3:11Worst that that my man took 5 shots and ain't lose his soul
3:14I was livin w/ a blind man's vision
3:17And no matter how hard I tried I could never see prison
3:21And to all my dead homies we don't pour rout liquor
3:24We just poke our chests out and say we miss ya niggas
3:27We was scared of gang bangers walked to school in groups
3:30Argued who was the best MC Ice Cube or Snoop
3:33Damn I miss my ghetto dayz
3:36Whether it was Coca Cola or straight coke
3:38We found a way
3:39Hey and the memories of EZ and Pac
3:43California we all we got
3:46Let me take you back ooooooo
3:52Let me take you back ooooooo
3:59Let me take you back ooooooo
4:05Let me take you back ooooooo
4:12I remember when I used to say I wanna rap and sing
4:15All my niggas used to laugh at me
4:17But now I'm on top of my game
4:21But now it ain't a damn thing changed
4:24Ghetto superstar to coca cola
4:26All my people locked down got nothin but love for ya
4:30Stay strong cuz I know it ain't easy
4:33Come home cuz we miss ya on the streets
4:37Sweet ladies how you gonna act like that
4:39Its your baby boy holla back
4:43So let me take you down my memory lane
4:45Reminiscin bout my ghetto dayz
4:49Let me take you back ooooooo
4:53Let me take you back
4:55Let me take you back ooooooo
5:01Let me take you back ooooooo
5:07Let me take you back ooooooo
5:13Let me take you back ooooooo
5:20Let me take you back ooooooo
5:26Let me take you back ooooooo
5:33Let me take you back ooooooo
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
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