Chorus
Once upon a time in that Ghetto yo
I used to make tha chetta
When I was lounging with tha playa and the hustlers yo
And rydin on em’ haters
Just pimpin with them playas from tha 415
Hustling everyday just to stay alive
Huh, once upon a time in tha ghetto you
I used to make that chetta

Used to be a slave to sin
Smoking indo smoke like tha homey Mista Grimm
Now who a thought that years ago I’d be the one reachin him
Prayin in tha late night hour crying
Askin’ that lord to come on in
Of a broken heart filled with all this hurt and pain
Askin that lord to clear that overcast and all tha rain
Cuz there ain’t no sunshine in the ghetto
Unless ya got Christ in ya life not tha devil
That’s what I had though
Demons in my system dogg
Now I’m intoxicated wit the Holy Spirit yall
No more chronic, bionic and gin and tonic
Chocolate tye, or sticky icky, icky
Cuz tha Holy Goly gets me high

See I was, thugged out
West Cali livin
Straight sinnin in boss hog Cali Pimpin
Straight sippin Gin & Juice, Tangarae and Rum
Steady spittin pimp game from this play tongue
Brim tilted to the left
Leaning in my ride
“Wit that” rims glistering
While I’m whistling,
Picture me and chicks kissin in tha back of a 64
Devil had me trippin like a wineo’ in a liquor store
Thank God bro Jesus broke tha Devils chains
Now I’m addicted, shooting this gospel all up in my veins
Can’t get enough of tha way that he makes me feel
I wanna holla, holla
Ready to die in ya honor
I’m a changed man from tha feet up
But stay G’d up
From tha street up
So I can reach rydas smoking tha weed up

Bridge
I just don’t know why
These rydas wanna ryde
When they know that
They very well could die
From the bullets of a gage or nine
When ya living in tha fast lane commitin’ em crimes
I said I…just don’t know why
These plays wanna play
When they know that tha world is filled wit Aids and Disease
Baby mamma wit dads who be flossing while they
Kids are broke & dressin’ in rags