| Now I look back, and I can remember
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| Growin up po, waitin fo December
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| 25th, when a gift was all I wanted (Yup)
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| And I didn’t have a care in the world, just fun
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| With all the homeboys around my age
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| Wasn’t no complaints about life in the first stages
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| The pages turned, and we learned us a lesson today
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| To keep them girls and switches away
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| All play, and no work checks
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| For raisin animals and catchin insects
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| It was a everyday thang to see the homeboys and me Raidin somebody’s fruit tree
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| Little nappy-head nature boys
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| In a concrete jungle, so wherever one go The others’ll follow him like a lost dove
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| (What's up, loc?) And till this day I still got love
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| For em, though I don’t know em like I used to They still my family, now ask me who’s who
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| And I can tell you about some dirt, or soap-like gossip
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| But why should I trip?
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| Because we all got skeletons dwellin in the closet
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| So I wonder how is it People be forgettin about they homies?
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| When they make ends, meet let them roam streets
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| After all y’all done been through
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| Yo, to put them up is the least you can do But now I see just how niggas act
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| Yo, y’all can turn y’all back
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| But I still got love for em
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| (Homie that I went to school with)
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| (Got mo’love for me here)
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| I still got love for em
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| (My nigga)
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| I used to be able to walk through
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| Anybody’s neighborhood that I wanted to talk to And see how they was livin, how they life was lookin
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| (Wassup?) Got they sisters, and ate they mamas’cookin
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| Young and innocent, the good old days
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| We started to grow apart, and go our seperate ways
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| Steady competin for the most attention
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| Up at the school house, hours of sittin
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| That they had to find somethig else to fade me Cause they ain’t have a letter high enough to grade me Maybe then some people got jealous
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| Thought they was smart, and got crushed like relish
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| So birds of a feather ran together in cliques
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| Nerds, jocks, and tricks
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| And the ones just kickin it in between
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| Gang-related, you know who I mean
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| I got love for em
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| (Homie that I went to school with)
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| (Got mo’love for me here)
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| I still got love for em
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| (My nigga)
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| And we used to get into it every now and then
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| Tryin to prove a point in front of the little women
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| (Wassup?) Showin out like movie ushers
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| We rat-packed them, and then they rushed us Goin back and forth, it seemed like forever
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| Was unpredictable like L.A. weather
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| The object was just a reputation
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| (Or some) Or some kinda ovation
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| That is, until money came into the picture
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| Now it was on from dust to dawn
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| And everything jumped to a whole new level
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| Gettin kicks, comin up off licks
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| The devil in disguise, but it was so easy
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| Affordin all the shit that we seen on tv So whatever it takes, we gotta make them ends
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| Even if it mean jackin friends
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| So I went my way, and they went theirs
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| Stayin out of each other’s affairs
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| Some life was lost, smoked out, and on fat
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| And after all that
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| I still got love for em
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| (Homie that I went to school with)
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| (Got mo’love for me here)
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| I still got love for em
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| (My nigga) |