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Reflections of the way life used to be

It's all right

Take it back to the Afros and the naturals

Cape cutter picks, we slips into the back holes

O.G., my nigger, for real though

Straight up off that East Side, top of the hill, y'all

I'm lookin' at the overview

Thinkin' 'bout '86, damn, I was overdue

Walkin' in the hood, makin' mix tapes

Tryin' to walk up about the hood

While I'm chucking at the hood

Nigger, talk about the hood that I came from

It raised me real crip crazy, what up, oopsy daisy

Demon or a heathen, schemin' while I'm dreamin'

Screamin' to get even, seein' is believin'

And don't you forget that, get it to you, get back

Hit that kick back, three flies one away

Reminisce about the things that my grand mama use to say

"Stay in your own lane, stay on your own

And quick trying to be grown

Day turn to night and play turn to fight"

It's all right

Yeah, I guess my granny was right

Reflections of the way life used to be

It's all right

I like them girls from Ladera Heights or the girls on Hills

I take a trip up the World On Wheels and get in a fight

Make it back to my ride

Pop shots at some suckers disrespectin' the side

My big homie, my cuzzo, schoolyard bozo

Slid me away, just to get me away

I'm just a Long Beach nigger outside of my hood

I'm bangin', ridin' but doin' it good

And when I get locked down there ain't hidin' and wonderin'

As soon as I hit the County, I'm up in 48 hundred

With the dealers, the killers, the realers, the beast

The best from the west and the beast from the east

Yeah, I'm acting a fool

I'm getting my degree from gladiator school

I chose this life 'cause I knows this life

Sell a little crack and my flows is tight

I'm clear on my choice and what's cold is

I can still hear my grandma's voice

She say, "Day turn to night and play turn to fight"

It's all right

Shit, I guess my granny was right

Reflections of the way life used to be

It's all right

If you get caught then you don't walk, 'cause you don't talk

And these was the rules, squeeze on these fools

I came up in a different era, homie

Where the G's is the G's and the little wannabe's really want it

Wanna be like, 'cause the C life make you wanna G like

Now who you wanna be like?

That fool on the TV screen

Or the homie on the corner gettin' major cream?

In the Cadillac, beatin' like Battlecat

A nigger with money, don't know how to act

Smoke till your eyes get cataracts

All money nonsense, yeah, none of that

Quarter sack, run it back

Hold him back, lock him up, bag him up, front him that

If a trick, jump the track, do you want your money back?

Lil bitch was a bunny rat

Watch for the funny act

'Cause this gonna come

And my granny said it's no fun

She say, "Day turn to night and play turn to fight"

It's all right

Yeah, I guess my granny was right

Reflections of the way life used to be

It's all right