Choped N screwedLil Rob ~ I RememberI want you to sit back, close your eyesAnd think about all those wonderful times that we used to have hereNow I know things aren\'t the way they use to be right nowBut they are going to get better some dayAnd I know that...Ever since I was about 12 that\'s when they documented meA gang member let me tell you my autobiographyAy I can\'t let it to be frenetic, it must have been geneticTo get in trouble with the law take when I breakI\'m strapped from the balls that\'s what I use to doSmoking a joint or two Lil\' Rob getting a little blazeWelcome to my concrete maze, remember the daysI remember going to school, we meet by the track smoking a sackWith the vato I sold it too, get him stonedThen I jack it back, remember the guero use to look at us allFunny and strange, cause my pants was bigger then theirsBut now they all wear them the sameI used to get jealous, wondering why I didn\'t have the same rightsIs it because I\'m running up and down, eating Menudo, frijoles and rice?Someone explain to me, all of this insanityI\'m not understanding you, never understanding meWhen a minority, gets their priorities straightWe become the majority, inflateIncredible rate, controlling our fateControlling our states, and I can\'t waitRemember you told me I would never amount to anythingThat I\'ll probably be on the streets sellin mota or methamphetaminesSo what? It made me an extra buck when I was shit outta my lifeYou\'d do the same thing homie if you were stuckAnd I remember, when times was easyThat\'s what everybody saysBut not me, wicked ass times on S.D. streetsBut I still loved them (But I still love them)And had to have them. (And had to have them)And I remember! (Remember x3)Remembering the things we used to doThe places we used to goAnd I remember kicking under the street lamps, smokin a JHearing my Homie say, Homie pass the joint this wayAnd this was everyday and every night was the sameWe didn\'t call each other by our first or last, but by nicknamesDreamer, Peewee, Oso Negro to name a fewOne passed away, rest in peaceThe others locked away in prison bluesOne of the things we use to doCan\'t nobody take it away from usWe used to live life dangerous, time flew away like angel dustNever known as presentado levasStay away from metiches, and chepasTalking mentiras, cause they can\'t beat usMira Lil\' Rob on his lowrider bicicletaLooking for muñecas, beautiful like aztecas\nBut when it comes to love, before the agony for the ecstacy\nWhat comes around goes around\nSo baby don\'t mess with me don\'t be testing me\nCause Lil\' Rob be one of a kind original individual\nUnforgettable memorable indelible incredible inferable\nAnd I remember, when times was easy\nThat\'s what everybody says\nBut not me, wicked ass times on S.D. streets\nBut I still loved them (But I still love them)\nAnd had to have them. (And had to have them)\nAnd I remember! (Remember x3)\nRemembering the things we used to do\nThe places we used to go\nRemembering the things we used todo\nThe places we used to go\nGive all of my love to mi madre padre brother and sister\nAnd all of my sangre\nEnemies? Chale me vale verga estas afuera mirando padentro\nYou wanna come in but you can\'t\nCause we\'re not in love with no mensos\nFiguring it out like a pencil\nTreat one like a stencil\nJust when you think you\'ve got a grip on life\nThat\'s when you let go, ready set go\nIt\'s a race to the finish and only the best gonna win this\nAnd I\'m prepared to take it to outer limits or until it\'s finished business\nWhat is this? Gente becoming witnesses\nI don\'t know nothing, I don\'t hear nothing, I don\'tsee nothing\nSomething I learned as a kid\nAlong with respect those who respect you\nForget about the ones that will forget about you\nMy recollection is a collection of a big section of mi vida\nMemories I need ya, like a junky needs his chiba\nI wish that I could go back and do it all over again\nBut Iknow that that ain\'t happening, so I sit rememberingAnd I remember, when times was easyThat\'s what everybody saysBut not me, wicked ass times on S.D. streetsBut I still loved them (But I still love them)And had to have them. (And had to have them)And I remember! (Remember x3)Remembering the things we used to doThe places we used to goI remember, remember Choped, Lil, Remember, Rob, screwed