I grew up in the ghetto. With my home boys. We be chillin. Chillin with the dope. Living life with no hope. Life was about the rhyme. Busting out raps. Just to pass the time. But now we're older. A litte bit taller. Maybe I should call her. Light up a smokie. Play some hokey Pokey. Pour me a glass of Cokey. Life was all about the rhyme. Now I got no time.