Ghetto Dayz
Black-Ty Lyrics


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Yea, right
Compton, South Central Watts, Longbeach, Engelwood
(I'm reminiscing bout my ghetto dayz)
West Coast for life, live and die for this shit
(I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)

When I was young living life on the run,
Eleven years old real life no goals,
Sneaking little sips in the cut,
Before they even called me Kurupt,
Ridin' down the block so Ima tell you how I grew up,
I was always in the mix, too young for sticks
Ty tell em about that Watts experience

In Watts, a nigga couldn't wait for the summer time
Back yard barbecue yea that'll free your mind,
We stayed fallin' of them ice cream trucks,
All my niggas nickel baging it and hustling bucks,
You could catch me in the middle of the streets
Slap boxing with my nigga Porky,
And as I take you down my memory lane
I'm reminiscin bout my ghetto dayz
Let em know

Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)
Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)
Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)
Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)

I ain't changed nigga, I'm just busy
Fuck bein' broke nigga, I'm filthy
Got a problem wit me holla at me I'll be back in 6 months
I'm on the road gettin' my money up
And I remember all the young soldiers in the hood
Tryin' to gang bang slingin' nickel bags
Screamin' money ain't a thing, for real
I know exactly how y'all feel
I'm reppin' black and brown pride
West Side til I die

I got a lot of rider in me
I was thinkin', couple years older
Fourteen smokin' and drinkin'
Thinkin' bout uncle Jame's army
The old folks love it
I'm just gettin' up in the game
And gang bang bubbly
Crinshaws crackin, durin' the day got schwinns
On Sunday's watchin' all the big homies spin
I won't dance
'Cause thats all I see
That's like the army
That's all you can be

I used to love feedin' polices and cheap coast
Watch me jump up in the push
And play hide and go get it I'm wit it
And all the hoodrats used to hold us down on the block
Reminiscin' bout my first piece of cock

Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)
Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)
Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)
Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)

Truth is I ran way when I was 5 years old
Ran til my And 1's had holes in the soles
I had 3 silk shirts, 2 pairs of jebose
Spent the night at boo's house, we was sharin' his clothes
Moms left me out in the cold
Worst that that my man took 5 shots and ain't lose his soul
I was livin with a blind man's vision
And no matter how hard I tried, I could never see prison
And to all my dead homies, we don't pour rout liquor
We just poke our chests out, and say we miss ya niggas
We was scared of gang bangers, walked to school in groups
Argued who was the best MC, Ice Cube or Snoop
Damn, I miss my ghetto dayz
Whether it was Coca Cola or straight coke
We found a way
Hey and the memories of EZ and Pac
California we all we got

Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)
Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)
Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)
Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)

I remember when I used to say I wanna rap and sing
All my niggas used to laugh at me
But now, I'm on top of my game
But now, it ain't a damn thing changed
Ghetto superstar to coca cola
All my people locked down, got nothin' but love for ya
Stay strong, 'cause I know it ain't easy
Come home, 'cause we miss ya on the streets
Sweet ladies how you gonna act like that
Its your baby boy holla back
So let me take you down my memory lane
Reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz

Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)
Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)
Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)
Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)
Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)
Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)




Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)
Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Black-Ty's song Ghetto Dayz takes the listener down memory lane as Black-Ty reflects and reminisces about growing up in the West Coast ghettos of Compton, South Central Watts, Longbeach, and Englewood. He talks about his tumultuous childhood, beginning when he was just 11 years old, where young kids had to mature quickly and learn how to navigate the rough streets. He remembers his friends who were trying to make it in the hood by gangbanging, slinging nickel bags, and trying to make a living. Black-Ty highlights some of the joys of ghetto life like backyard barbeques, ice cream trucks, and hanging out with friends, while also referencing some of the hardships like the fear of gang bangers and gun violence.


Throughout the song, Black-Ty emphasizes the pride he has for his community, using the phrase 'West Coast for life' to portray how loyal he is to his roots, despite his current success. The song also serves as a tribute to African-American icons Easy-E and Tupac.


The song reflects on Black-Ty's personal experiences, but it also speaks to the broader reality of growing up in impoverished, violent neighborhoods. Ghetto Dayz's honest portrayal of street life is an all-too-common reality for many minorities in America, and this is why the song resonates with so many listeners.


Line by Line Meaning

Yea, right
Acknowledges disbelief or sarcasm


Compton, South Central Watts, Longbeach, Engelwood
List of geographic areas that influenced the artist's upbringing


(I'm reminiscing bout my ghetto dayz)
The artist is reflecting on his past experiences in the ghetto


West Coast for life, live and die for this shit
Expression of loyalty to the West Coast's culture and way of life


When I was young living life on the run,
The artist was living in a constant state of danger and instability


Eleven years old real life no goals,
The artist had no direction or purpose at a young age


Sneaking little sips in the cut,
The artist was drinking alcohol at a young age


Before they even called me Kurupt,
The artist had not yet adopted his current stage name


Ridin' down the block so Ima tell you how I grew up,
The artist is reminiscing on his past while describing his upbringing


I was always in the mix, too young for sticks
The artist was involved in shady activities despite being too young to carry weapons


Ty tell em about that Watts experience
The artist is inviting others to listen to his tales of growing up in Watts, CA


In Watts, a nigga couldn't wait for the summer time
The artist is reminiscing about the positive moments of his childhood in Watts


Back yard barbecue yea that'll free your mind,
The artist found comfort and solace in outdoor cookouts with family and friends


We stayed fallin' of them ice cream trucks,
The artist and his friends rushed towards ice cream trucks in their neighborhood to buy snacks and treats


All my niggas nickel baging it and hustling bucks,
The artist's peers were selling nickel bags of drugs and working odd jobs to make money


You could catch me in the middle of the streets
The artist spent a lot of his time out in the open with friends


Slap boxing with my nigga Porky,
The artist enjoyed play fighting with a friend named Porky


And as I take you down my memory lane
The artist is guiding the listener through a recollection of his past


Let em know
The artist is encouraging others to learn from his experiences


Let me take you back ooh (I'm reminiscin' bout my ghetto dayz)
The artist is providing further invitation for the listener to reflect on his past experiences


I ain't changed nigga, I'm just busy
The artist's life has changed due to being occupied with work/performances


Fuck bein' broke nigga, I'm filthy
The artist has transitioned from a financially struggling lifestyle to great economic success


Got a problem wit me holla at me I'll be back in 6 months
The artist is busy but still willing to handle any issues others may have with him


I'm on the road gettin' my money up
The artist is travelling frequently and working hard to earn more money


And I remember all the young soldiers in the hood
The artist is reflecting on the similarly distressed people he grew up with


Tryin' to gang bang slingin' nickel bags
Some of the people the artist grew up with fell into gang activity and drug dealing to make money


Screamin' money ain't a thing, for real
The artist's peers boasted about their money, while the artist himself lost sight of the importance of it


I know exactly how y'all feel
The artist empathizes with his peers who still struggle in poverty


I'm reppin' black and brown pride
The artist has pride in his racial and ethnic identity


West Side til I die
The artist will continue to represent the culture and people of the West side of LA until his death


I got a lot of rider in me
The artist has a lot of loyalty to his peers and community


I was thinkin', couple years older
The artist is continuing his reflection on his past experiences


Fourteen smokin' and drinkin'
The artist was participating in drugs and alcohol at an early age


Thinkin' bout uncle Jame's army
The artist had an uncle who served in the military abroad


The old folks love it
The older generation in the artist's community had pride in his uncle's military service


And I remember when I used to say I wanna rap and sing
The artist had a dream of becoming a rapper and singer from an early age


All my niggas used to laugh at me
The artist's peers initially dismissed his dreams of becoming a rapper/singer


But now, I'm on top of my game
The artist has become successful in his chosen career field


But now, it ain't a damn thing changed
Despite his newfound fame and wealth, the artist remains grounded and loyal to his past


Whether it was Coca Cola or straight coke
The artist and his peers would consume any available substance to cope with their circumstances


We found a way
Despite their poverty and difficult circumstances, the artist and his peers found ways to enjoy life


Hey and the memories of EZ and Pac
The artist is reflecting on the influence of artists Easy-E and Tupac on his life


California we all we got
The artist exclaims that the people of California rely only on themselves for support and survival


And to all my dead homies, we don't pour rout liquor
The artist and his peers do not commemorate the deceased with alcohol and instead pay their respects through other means


We just poke our chests out, and say we miss ya niggas
The artist and his peers simply express their condolences for their deceased friends


We was scared of gang bangers, walked to school in groups
The artist and his peers avoided dangerous gang members by travelling in groups


Argued who was the best MC, Ice Cube or Snoop
The artist and his friends debated over which rapper was the superior artist


Damn, I miss my ghetto dayz
The artist reminisces about his past despite the difficulties it entailed




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DAVID DREW, DAVID L. DREW, JAYCEON TAYLOR, JAYCEON TERRELL TAYLOR, RICARDO BROWN, RICARDO EMMANUEL BROWN, TYRESE DARNELL GIBSON

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r real

This is fire

Richard McDonald

10 years, 3 comments, still dig it

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True shit

Smurf Johnson

Them was the good days

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