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