[Verse 1] Straight gangster on a path to destruction I see Where lil' homies learning to live the life of a G Mid-west, West Coast, two sides, one life In the jungle, on the hill, park or block in the night '69 to '79 was when foundation was laid Up until the year '89 is when the dues were all paid In the day was revolution like the Panthers of then It wasn't kept in progress, now there's violence, homies in pen The doors were opened, now there closed, like a pimp and a hoe We used to sport them chucks, with khakis, acey-duecys and more We sung a song, what was it called, on the Fremont High lawn We used the canes, they called us crippled, now them days are all gone We used to hustle, now we rustle, over colors and sets That's how we earned a bad name and why most of them in debt [Chorus] k**a Cali, homeland, home of the brave Back in the days, in '69 foundation was laid The dues have been paid and still we on the streets with heat Sparking mad beef, it used to be all about peace [Verse 2] Convicted felon as it may be, things get rough at some times As a BG, po's was always trying to link me to crimes But they couldn't, 'cause as a youngster I was swift on my feet Now that I got arthritis in one knee, stay ahead by one beat As for pumps, I stay strapped, that's for enemy fools In the days, we used our fists, now catch two with my tool And the war will never cease until we stop this pollution End confusion, stop the nonsense, back to revolution [Chorus] [Verse 3] Though I was born in, I still didn't get put down for a bit Attempted some hits, at 8 picked up a rag and claimed Crip Was a pranksta, not a gangsta, got put down by Big Blue Because he recognized the talent, knew I wasn't no fool Not even from the block or hood, but met up with the crew Rep the set that spreads from Oakland to Riverside in blue More than 10 years later, still a ranger, general pro You step to me cuzz, you finna catch two holes in your dome [Chorus]