Story Behind the Song
I've had this track for a long time. It reminded me of being at home. This is what happened when I wrote it down. Pretty nice huh?
Lyrics
I was just a young boy, trying to grow up, living Cali. City of Santa Ana, hanging with Dee and Dukey too, yaw know how we do.
What was my life like? I can't complain, cars drove throug our football game in the streets. I love my memories
And Mama, she always knew what us angels and demons do. But we didn't care, had no fear, rode our bikes anywhere. Play all day is what we'd do. In the neighborhood all was good.
Should of been there with us. So ghetto fabulous. So ghetto fabulous.
Should of been there with us. You'd be like ooh, where these kids come from? Get your son and his band behind them masks. Can't cut grass to save me none. We was trying to get the money. No insight to do it right, just dreams and ambition. What life is missing
Daddy was always cool and he always believed in you. But if you didn't have one, you could share mine. Plenty of love to go around. On the town having fun in my neighborhood, all was good.
CHORUS
You should of been there with us. We was raising all kinds of fuss. On the bus to the mall. Be six of yawl but twelve of us, From dawn to dusk. But we didn't start nothing, wasn't no faking, wasn't no frontin'. Workers all watching, police gruntin', didn't have money, but left with something. I always had a good time in my hood even though most of my friends wasn't no good. But I think I can live with that. As a matter of fact, I wouldn't take none of it back. It's no shame to my game, just a brand new life and a whole new name. Whether feast or fame I'm a do my thing in the sun or rain till you can't get this beat up out yo brain.
CHORUS
You should of been there, been there, been there, been there... We was so ghetto fabulous...
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