[Verse 1: Johaz]Yo, yo, nappy headed snot noseLawn full of potholesGrew up in the town where your shoes called zapatosWas a skinny nigga so the people call me flacoMy older cousin Reggie was my only other honchoEvery Sunday morning we would go to the mercadoPiece of (?) of soda and some fifty cent tacosBuy us that Tijuana with the rats and cukarachosHeaded across the border, with my mom to her trabajoThis to my brother Pablo, can't break the bond with you and IHeld a nigga down from pre-school to junior highNever had a lot but always comin' through when do or dieAlways had a smile but on the inside, you would cryAlways told use my mind, the world is your canvasMoved in '94, the same year as IllmaticThen back to the block with John in elasticThe way he lost his life in that car it was tragicTried to understand it, still can't get a grip7 years later niggas still don't give a shitDown to bend a knee thankin God that we here to liveBarely in our scenes havin' dreams that we gettin' richAlways knew the boy could spit, niggas call me BattlestarLearned most of my game from the routes of Mt. AgalarStill the fastest in my P.E. classOne love to Big Lenny and D.E. Slash[Verse 2: Fashawn]There was once two brothers of the same breedThe same type, wore each other's NikesTighter than tube socks, even dressed alikeAny drama throw the gloves on, let 'em fightIn the backyard, or the front lawnMeet little Corey, and young ShawnBefore puberty hit, the two of 'em skipped-School on the usual tip, polluted the stripCorey's mom always left weed around the houseCorey called Shawn, next thing you know, he sneakin' outTo help him with his hustle, on his daily routeUntil one day, they ran into a scuffleWith some young'n's from the other sideCorey didn't make it, Shawn survivedBut his lost his best friend in the midst of bullets flyingHard to even smile but he's tryin'But... you know what they say...[Hook: Fashawn]Cause everybody grows, and everybody knowsThat time moves fast, I just want to make the good times last;You live and you learn[Verse 3: Blu]I already got that swisher rolledGangsta boogie to the liquor storePuttin young Ach on shit, a kid who shouldn't know(?) Waitress, kissin on your sisters noseMeetin Martell at the mall, just to hook a ho(?) on the box where my pops pushed the nightCookin' white, sidekick was grits and sugared riceHooded nights at the cypher, round table no micLike, "you ain't know 'Get Like Me'?", no diceHide-and-seek with a fly freak, shy like a geekGettin' credit fora kiss on the cheekYou ain't beatGettin' beats from the motifPass on the CasioWanted that one and a mil', before CasioAlways had a savvy flow, back when it was cavi-So Cali cause I roll in a CaddySaid, "fully I be feelin' that hood, G"Still hold cold since that one ho pushed meCome on, how could he?A rookie still buildin' up my memory statsBlack, my phone got stole, give me three years then hear me backBrrrrrring, ch, chChirping something something somethingNo, chill nigga, I'm working[Verse 4: Exile]Yo, pornos in the range-rangeHidden for the main veinTook 'em from Pop's stash, then after made pot ashListening to King T40's on emptyMemories of times before the 2000MPHeart was never emptyPockets super emptyBeggin' for change to fill his stomach on emptyTimes were more more simplyFace was too pimplyBut still hittin chicks -Young, dumb, off of rumNo condom on some stupid shitAnd love on some Cupid shitPure heart, fell in love with many of these stupid chicksBut that's how it go thoughOnly snorting No-DozCar-hoppin' stealing everything, alarm would ringRun before one time spotted usDumb shit we hold very deep inside the heart of us...[Hook]
