Take it back to the afros and the naturals. Cape cutter picks we slips into the backroads. OG my nigga for real though. Straight up off that east side top of the hill yo. I'm looking at the overview. Thinking bout 86 damn I was overdue. Walking in the hood making mix tapes trying to walk up out the hood. While I'm chucking up the hood nigga talk about the hood. That I came from it raised me that real Crip crazy. Why oh woopsy daisy. Demon or a heathen scheming while I'm dreaming. Screaming to get even seeing is believing. And don't you forget that. Get it to you get back hit that kick back. Three flies one a way. Reminisce about the things that my grandmama use to say. Stay in your own lane stay on your own and quit tryna be grown. Day turn to night and play turn to fight. Yeah I guess my granny was right. Reflections of the way life used to be. It's all right. I like them girls from Ladera Heights or the girls on Heelss. I take a trip up the World On Wheels and get in a fight. Make it back to my ride. Pop shots at some suckers disrespecting my side. My big homie my cuzzo schoolyard bozo. Slid me away just to get me away. I'm just a Long Beach nigga outside of my hood. I'm banging riding but doing it good. When I get locked down there ain't hiding and wondering. As soon as I hit the County I'm up in 48 hundred. With the dealers the killers the realist there beastt. The best from the west and the beast from the east. Yeah I'm acting a fool. I'm getting my degree from gladiator school. I chose this life cause I knows this life. Sell a little crack and my flows is tight. I'm clear on my choice and what's cold is. I can still hear my grandma's voice. She say day turn to night and play turn to fight. Yeah I guess my granny was right. Reflections of the way life used to be. It's all right. If you get caught then you don't walk cause you don't talk. And these was the rules squeeze on these fools. I came up in a different era homie. Where the G's is the G's and the little wannabe's really want it. Wanna be like cause the C life make you wanna G like. Now who you wanna be like. That fool on the TV screen. Or the homie on the corner getting major cream. In the Cadillac beating like Battle Cat. A nigga with money don't know how to act. Smoke til your eyes get cataracts. All money nonsense yeah none of that. Quarter sack run it back roll it back lock him up bag him up front him that. If a trick jump the track do you want your money back. Lil bitch was a bunny rat. Watch for the funny hat. Cause it's gonna come. And my granny said it's no fun. She say day turn to night and play turn to fight. Yeah I guess my granny was right. Reflections of the way life used to be. It's all right