| Yeah
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| I Used To Ride My Bicicleta
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| Down The Calles Of My Town
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| Oldies Everyday, Thats The Way It Was
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| Those Were The Days, The Crazy Ones
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| A Lot People Died That Summer
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| Its A Bummer But Shit Happens
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| Or Rob Them In A Day And See Ambullences From A Distance
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| A Place Where You’d Find Seringes
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| And The Drug Use Was Tremendous
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| Some Say My Town Was Surrendous
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| Until The Drug Use Was Off The Hinges
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| My Boarder Brothers Would Have To Run Fast, Dash
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| And Hop The Fences
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| Dont Take That Out Of Content Homeboy,
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| Cus We’re All Gente Through My Lentes
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| But The Migra Would Creep Down, And Sweep Hard
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| And Take Them All Back To Tj If They Didnt Have The Green Card
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| The Parke Was The Spot, It Was Hot
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| And It Was Dealin In The Street
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| The Heroine Was A Killer Homeboy
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| It Had Seven Killings In A Week
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| It Was A Bad Bash But They Still Had To Have That,
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| So It Didnt Stop Me
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| I’d Come To The Pad
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| And Sells All The Merchandise Til The Jura Cought’em
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| We Used To Get Shit For Cheap Homes, Like 90% Off
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| Give Homie A Little Feria For His Fix
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| And Then He Sped Off
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| I Was Brought Up, (I Was Brought Up)
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| In A Rough Neighborhood, (In A Rough Neighborhood)
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| Where You Learn More In The Streets, (Where The Shit Goes Down Homes)
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| Than You Learn In School
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| I Was Brought Up, (I Was Brought Up)
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| In A Rough Neighborhood, (In A Rough Neighborhood)
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| Where You Learn More In The Streets,(Where You Dont Fuck Around Homes)
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| Than You Learn In School
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| It Was Cool Walking To School
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| See The Vatos And The Gatos Itchin And Twitchin, Scratchin
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| Havin A Conversation With Satin
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| On The Good One (On The Good Trip)
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| I Mean Loaded Off Some Good Shit
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| You Might Not Believe It
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| But Ey Homes This Aint No Bullshit
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| My Town Was All Brown Man,
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| The Gente And The Drogas
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| People Walking Around Fucked Up, Druged Up, Lookin All Sucked Up
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| But Thats Where I Was Brought Up
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| Where A Lot Of People Shot Up
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| Got Caught Up And Locked Up
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| Its Not Just Sumthin That I Thought Up
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| It Was Somthing That Was Happenin
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| And I Seen It With My Own Eyes Eh
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| La Colonia, Eden Gardens Californ I A
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| Got A Little Older
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| And My Blood Got A Little Colder
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| Started Taggin Up My Plaquaso Up On My Barrio
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| Up On My Folder
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| Me And Homeboys We Would Walk The Calles
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| Lookin Like Soldiers
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| With The Chip On Their Shoulders
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| The Size Of Bolders, Little Lokesters
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| Down To Get Down With The Next Town When They Came Around
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| We Be Throwin Chicasos,
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| We Be Spittin Balazos
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| I Was Brought Up, (I Was Brought Up)
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| In A Rough Neighborhood, (In A Rough Neighborhood)
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| Where You Learn More In The Streets, (Where The Shit Goes Down Homes)
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| Than You Learn In School
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| I Was Brought Up, (I Was Brought Up)
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| In A Rough Neighborhood, (In A Rough Neighborhood)
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| Where You Learn More In The Streets,(Where You Dont Fuck Around Homes)
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| Than You Learn In School
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| It Wasnt Long Before I Got Mine
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| See I Got Shot At The Stop Sign
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| Took A Bala To The Boca
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| Got Blood All Over My Ropa
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| I Lost A Couple Of Homies
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| I Got Some Friends Up In The Pin
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| But When They Get Out
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| It Seems Like They Go Right Back In Again
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| It All Started Out With Crazy Situations
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| Juvinall Hall And Probation
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| Then Get Busted For Violation
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| That Leaves A Lifetime Incarcaration
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| But My Town Went Through Some Changes
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| One Thing Will Never Change
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| It Made Me Who I Am
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| And I Remain To Stay The Same
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| I Was Brought Up, (I Was Brought Up)
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| In A Rough Neighborhood, (In A Rough Neighborhood)
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| Where You Learn More In The Streets, (Where The Shit Goes Down Homes)
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| Than You Learn In School
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| I Was Brought Up, (I Was Brought Up)
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| In A Rough Neighborhood, (In A Rough Neighborhood)
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| Where You Learn More In The Streets,(Where You Dont Fuck Around Homes)
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| Than You Learn In School |