[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 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 (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 n***as 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 n***a, 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, n***a, I'm just busy
Fuck 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 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 n***as 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 n***a, haha)
Let me take you back, oh-ohhhohohhhh (That's what it is my n***a, 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 n***as" (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 n***as 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)