制作
出演艺人
Lil Rob
表演者
制作和工程
Brum Music
制作人
歌词
I want you to sit back, close your eyes
And think about all those wonderful times that we used to have, yeah
Now I know things aren't the way they use to be right now
But they are gonna get better some day
And I know that
Ever since I was about 12, that's when they documented me
A gang member, let me tell you my autobiography (autobiography)
I can't let it to be frenetic
It must have been genetic to get in trouble with the law
Take when I break, I'm strapped from the balls, that's what I use to do
Smoking a joint or two, Lil' Rob getting a little blaze
Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days (remember the days, man)
I remember going to school, we meet by the track
Smoking a sack with the vato I sold it to, get him stoned
Then I jack it back
Remember the guero, he used to look at us all funny and strange
'Cause my pants was bigger than theirs
But now they all wear them the same
I used to get jealous, wondering why I didn't have the same rights
Is it because I'm running up and down, eating menudo, frijoles and rice?
Someone explain to me all of this insanity
I'm not understanding you, never understanding me
When a minority gets their priorities straight
We become the majority, inflate at an incredible rate
Controlling our fate, controlling our states, and I can't wait
Remember you told me I would never amount to anything
That I'd probably be on the streets, selling mota or methamphetamines
So what? It made me an extra buck when I was shit outta my life
You'd do the same thing homie if you were stuck
"And I remember when times was easy"
That's what everybody says but not me
Wicked ass times on S.D. streets
But I still loved them (love them, love them)
And had to have them (had to have them, to have them)
And I remember
Remembering the things we used to do
Places we used to go, yeah
And I remember kicking it under the streetlamps, smoking a J
Hearing my Homie say, "ey, Homie, pass the joint this way"
And this was every day, and every night was the same
We didn't call each other by our first or last, but by nicknames
Dreamer, Peewee, Oso Negro, to name a few
One passed away, rest in peace
The others locked away in prison blues
Remember the things we used to do, can't nobody take it away from us
We used to live life dangerous, time flew away like angel dust
Never known as presentado levas
Stay away from metiches and chepas
Talking mentiras, 'cause they can't beat us
Mira, Lil' Rob on his lowrider bicicleta
Looking for muñecas, beautiful like Aztecas
But when it comes to love, leave all of the agony for the ecstasy
What comes around, goes around
So baby, don't mess with me, don't be testing me
'Cause Lil' Rob be one of a kind, original individual
Unforgettable, memorable, indelible, incredible, inferable
"And I remember when times was easy"
That's what everybody says but not me
Wicked ass times on S.D. streets
But I still loved them (love them, love them)
And had to have them (had to have them, to have them)
And I remember (remember)
I remember the things we used to do
The places we used to go, yeah
Give all of my love to mi madre, padre, brother, and sister
And all of my sangre
Enemies? Chale, me vale verga, estás afuera mirando pa' dentro
You wanna come in, but you can't
'Cause we're not in love with no mensos
Figuring it out like a pencil, treat one like a stencil
Just when you think you've got a grip on life, that's when you let go
Ready, set, go
It's a race to the finish, and only the best gonna win this
And I'm prepared to take it to outer limits or until it's finished business
What is this? Gente becoming witnesses
I don't know nothing, I don't hear nothing, I don't see nothing
Something I learned as a kid
Along with respect those who respect you
Forget about the ones that will forget about you
My recollection is a collection of a big section of mi vida
Memories, I need ya, like a junkie needs his chiba
I wish that I could go back and do it all over again
But I know that that ain't happening, and so I sit remembering
"And I remember when times was easy"
That's what everybody says but not me
Wicked ass times on S.D. streets
But I still loved them (love them, love them)
And had to have them (had to have them, to have them)
And I remember
I remember everything, everything we used to do
And I remember all me and my homies
Underneath the streetlights getting high
(And I remember) oh, when we used to play, shoot 'em up
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Written by: Robert Flores, S. White

