[00:22.75]Yo, yo, nappy headed snot nose
[00:24.68]Lawn full of potholes
[00:25.73]Grew up in the town where your shoes called zapatos
[00:28.44]Was a skinny nigga so the people call me flaco
[00:31.13]My older cousin Reggie was my only other honcho
[00:33.51]Every Sunday morning we would go to the mercado
[00:35.86]Piece of (?) of soda and some fifty cent tacos
[00:38.58]Buy us that Tijuana with the rats and cukarachos
[00:41.03]Headed across the border, with my mom to her trabajo
[00:43.54]This to my brother Pablo, can't break the bond with you and I
[00:46.00]Held a nigga down from pre-school to junior high
[00:48.61]Never had a lot but always comin' through when do or die
[00:51.17]Always had a smile but on the inside, you would cry
[00:53.70]Always told use my mind, the world is your canvas
[00:56.18]Moved in '94, the same year as Illmatic
[00:58.85]Then back to the block with John in elastic
[01:01.23]The way he lost his life in that car it was tragic
[01:03.52]Tried to understand it, still can't get a grip
[01:06.24]7 years later niggas still don't give a shit
[01:08.83]Down to bend a knee thankin God that we here to live
[01:11.34]Barely in our scenes havin' dreams that we gettin' rich
[01:13.97]Always knew the boy could spit, niggas call me Battlestar
[01:16.59]Learned most of my game from the routes of Mt. Agalar
[01:19.17]Still the fastest in my P.E. class
[01:21.21]One love to Big Lenny and D.E. Slash
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[01:24.27]There was once two brothers of the same breed
[01:26.09]The same type, wore each other's Nikes
[01:28.65]Tighter than tube socks, even dressed alike
[01:31.21]Any drama throw the gloves on, let 'em fight
[01:33.70]In the backyard, or the front lawn
[01:36.18]Meet little Corey, and young Shawn
[01:38.74]Before puberty hit, the two of 'em skipped-
[01:41.25]School on the usual tip, polluted the strip
[01:43.65]Corey's mom always left weed around the house
[01:46.34]Corey called Shawn, next thing you know, he sneakin' out
[01:49.21]To help him with his hustle, on his daily route
[01:51.62]Until one day, they ran into a scuffle
[01:53.99]With some young'n's from the other side
[01:56.50]Corey didn't make it, Shawn survived
[01:58.36]But his lost his best friend in the midst of bullets flying
[02:00.94]Hard to even smile but he's tryin'
[02:03.50]But... you know what they say...
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[02:05.41]Cause everybody grows, and everybody knows
[02:10.27]That time moves fast, I just want to make the good times last;
[02:14.13]You live and you learn (2x)
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[02:25.18]I already got that swisher rolled
[02:26.05]Gangsta boogie to the liquor store
[02:27.27]Puttin young Ach on shit, a kid who shouldn't know
[02:29.60](?) Waitress, kissin on your sisters nose
[02:32.08]Meetin Martell at the mall, just to hook a ho
[02:34.82](?) on the box where my pops pushed the night
[02:37.17]Cookin' white, sidekick was grits and sugared rice
[02:39.66]Hooded nights at the cypher, round table no mic
[02:41.95]Like, "you ain't know 'Get Like Me'?", no dice
[02:44.57]Hide-and-seek with a fly freak, shy like a geek
[02:47.02]Gettin' credit fora kiss on the cheek
[02:49.03]You ain't beat
[02:49.92]Gettin' beats from the motif
[02:50.94]Pass on the Casio
[02:52.12]Wanted that one and a mil', before Casio
[02:54.96]Always had a savvy flow, back when it was cavi-
[02:57.37]So Cali cause I roll in a Caddy
[02:59.51]Said, "fully I be feelin' that hood, G"
[03:01.34]Still hold cold since that one ho pushed me
[03:03.58]Come on, how could he?
[03:05.02]A rookie still buildin' up my memory stats
[03:07.53]Black, my phone got stole, give me three years then hear me back
[03:09.80]Brrrrrring, ch, ch
[03:12.33]Chirping something something something
[03:13.90]No, chill nigga, I'm working
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[03:15.26]Yo, pornos in the range-range
[03:16.33]Hidden for the main vein
[03:17.53]Took 'em from Pop's stash, then after made pot ash
[03:20.17]Listening to King T
[03:21.27]40's on empty
[03:22.50]Memories of times before the 2000MP
[03:25.19]Heart was never empty
[03:26.36]Pockets super empty
[03:27.69]Beggin' for change to fill his stomach on empty
[03:30.25]Times were more more simply
[03:31.48]Face was too pimply
[03:32.71]But still hittin chicks -
[03:33.81]Young, dumb, off of rum
[03:35.22]No condom on some stupid shit
[03:36.71]And love on some Cupid shit
[03:37.83]Pure heart, fell in love with many of these stupid chicks
[03:40.29]But that's how it go though
[03:41.75]Homey snorting No-Doz
[03:42.77]Car-hoppin' stealing everything, alarm would ring
[03:45.33]Run before one time spotted us
[03:47.73]Dumb shit we hold very deep inside the heart of us...
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[03:56.01]Cause everybody grows, and everybody knows
[04:01.63]That time moves fast, I just want to make the good times last;
[04:05.15]You live and you learn