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