I was just a young boy, Raised out in Carson, Ambla Elementary, Principal Dr. Larson, Me and my godbrotha, Tyrin Davis, walkin down the hallways, He got all the ladies. I was just a nappy head livin on the 9 block, 'ready went to Bedcross, I was at the chronic spot. Did a lil' rooster and my homey shantwain- and the homey Big B put me on the game. The big homey solo told me not to bang. He told me don't put my career to a shame. But I did, anyway, and I got in trouble but I had the hookup on the hundred dolla double ups, My nigga E-dog... he had the flow, And when I snuck out my window, I used to go smoke up his endo. Oh
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My dad was always at Church working in his office, and my cousin Ryan got a scholarship to college. Everything start happening All so quick- fast I got on a TV show and started to make cash, My sister's on the radio Banging through the stereo, I remember when we used to go skate at Skate Depot, Damn those were the days, Things just ain't the same, And to my little homey D-O, You gotta be careful in this game.
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Guess who I do it back So all I do is that So how I'm giving back, Put my city on the map That's why I do it back First time I held this track So how I'm giving back, Put my city on the map
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Oh, I used to take the circuit bus To the Carson mall, To go buy cans of spray paint to hit up on the walls, I was young and dumb, I was livin' crazy, But thank God for my family, cuz man they really saved me, yeah, {Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh} To everybody in my city that remembers good times, oh oh, {Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh} I took a ride back to Carson Just to hug a few friends, oh oh, {Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh} You see, I know I can get you chillin On the block around ten, Oh oh, {Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh} Ay, And all the soldiers that didn't go Who are locked up in the pen Woah... In Centerview, Yeah, Woah... woah... Well homey, this one's for you.
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Guess who I do it back So all I do is that So how I'm giving back, Put my city on the map That's why I do it back First time I held this track So how I'm giving back, Put my city on the map
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