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zuò qǔ : J. |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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I was just a young boy, |
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Raised out in |
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Carson, Ambla |
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Elementary, |
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Principal |
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Dr. Larson, |
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Me and my godbrotha, |
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Tyrin Davis, walkin down the hallways, |
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He got all the ladies. |
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I was just a nappy headlivin on the 9 block, ' |
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Brandy went to |
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Bedcross, I was at the chronic spot. |
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Did a lil' roosterand my homey shantwain-and the homey |
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Big Bput me on the game. |
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The big homey solotold me not to bang. |
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He told me don' t putmy career to a shame. |
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But I did, anyway, and |
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I got in trouble but |
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I had the hookup on the hundred dolla double ups, |
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My nigga E-dog. . . he had the flow, |
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And when I snuck out my window, |
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I used to go smoke up his endo. |
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OhCen. . . ter. . . view |
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I grew up in the little town called |
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Cen. . . oh yea ter. . . view oh, yes |
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I did I did a little bit of dirt in |
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Cen. . . ter. . . oh, yes |
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I did view aww yes |
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I did My dad was always at |
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Churchworking in his office, and my cousin |
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Ryan got ascholarship to college. |
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Everything start happening |
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All so quick- fast |
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I got on a |
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TV showand started to make cash, |
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My sister' s on the radio |
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Banging through the stereo, |
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I remember when we used to goskate at |
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Skate Depot, |
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Damn those were the days, |
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Things just ain' t the same, |
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And to my little homie |
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D-O, You gotta be careful in this game. |
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Cen. . . ter oh yes you do. . . view |
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Listen, I was raised in a little town called |
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Cen. . . oh ter. . . yea view you see |
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I did a little dirt in |
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Cen in. . . ter. . . in, in view in |
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Centerview, ay ay ay. . . |
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Guess who |
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I do it back |
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So all I do is that |
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So how I' m giving back, |
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Put my city on the map |
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That' s why |
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I do it back |
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First time |
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I held this track |
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So how I' m giving back, |
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Put my city on the map |
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In Cen. . . ter. . . view |
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Oh, I used to take the circuit bus |
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To the Carson mall, |
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To go buy cans of spray paint tohit up on the walls, |
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I was young and dumb, |
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I was livin' crazy, |
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But thank |
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God for my family, ' causeman they really saved me, yeah, |
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Oh-oh, oh-oh |
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Oh-oh, oh-oh |
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To everybody in my citythat remembers good times, oh oh, |
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Oh-oh, oh-oh |
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Oh-oh, oh-oh |
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I took a ride back to |
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CarsonJust to hug a few friends, oh oh, |
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Oh-oh, oh-oh |
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Oh-oh, oh-oh |
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You see, I know |
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I can get you chillin |
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On the block around ten, |
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Oh oh, Oh-oh, oh-oh |
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Oh-oh, oh-oh |
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Ay, And all the soldiers that didn' t go |
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Who are locked up in the pen |
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Woah. . . In |
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Centerview, |
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Yeah, Woah. . . woah. . . |
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Well homie, this one' s for you. |
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Cen. . . you, you ter. . . view |
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You see, I was raised in a little town called |
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Cen. . . oh yea, yea ter. . . view haha and uh- |
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I did a little dirt in |
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Cen oh. . . ter. . . ooh view |
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Cen. . . ter. . . view |
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Cen. . . ter. . . view |
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Cen. . . ter. . . view |
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Guess who |
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I do it back |
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So all I do is that |
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So how I' m giving back, |
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Put my city on the map |
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That' s why |
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I do it back |
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First time |
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I held this track |
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So how I' m giving back, |
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Put my city on the map |
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East side up, |
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West Coast, |
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I' m out. |