I wantchu to sit backClose your eyesAnd think of all those wonderful timesThat we used to have, yeahNow I know things aren\'t the wayThey used to be right nowBut they are gonna get better, some dayAnd I know thatEver since I was about twelve, that\'s when they documented me\nA gang member let me tell you my, autobiography\nI can\'t let it, turn me frenetic, it must be genetic\nTo get in trouble with the law, take on the realest\nWrite on the walls, that\'s what I used to do\nSmokin\' a joint or two, Lil\' Rob getting a little blazed \nWalking through my concrete maze, remember the days?\nRemember goin\' to the store, lookin\' at a track, smokin\' a sack\nBut the vato was older too, get him stoned, then jack it back\nI remember the guero, he used to look at us all, funny and strange\nBecause me pants was bigger than his, now they all wear em the same\nI used to get jealous; Wondering why they never had the same rice?\nIs it because I\'m burnin\' natos down, eating menudo, frijoles, and rice?\nSomeone instead of me, all of this insanity\nI\'m not understanding you never understandin me\nWhether the mayoralty get\'s the priority over the street\nWe become the majority inflate\nThe incredible rate, controling our fate\nControling our state\'s, and I can\'t wait\nRemember you told me I\'ll never amount to anything?\nThat I\'ll probably at the street, sellin\' mota\nMethamphetamines, so what\nIt made me an extra buck when I was shit out of luck \nAnd let them do the same to holmes if you was stuck to\n\nChorus:\nAnd I remember it was not easy\nThat\'s what everybody says but not me\nWicked ass times on S.D. streets\nBut I still love them \nAnd had to have them\n\nAnd I remember\nRemembering the things we used to do \nPlaces we used to go,yeah\n\nAnd I remember kicking under the street lamp, smoking a J\nHearing my homie say \'Hey homie, pass that joint this way\'\nAnd this was everyday and everynight was the same\nWe didn\'t call each other by the first or last but by the nicknames\nDreamer, P-wee, also Negro, to name a few, that passed away\nRest In Peace, thee others gone away, with the blues, \nRemember the thing\'s we used to do? Can nobody take it away from us\nWe used to live life dangerous, and blew away like angel dust\nBetter known as pezetas, so leva stay away from metiches\nAnd chepas talking mentiras, cuase the can\'t beat us\nMira, Little Rob on his Lowrider, bicicleta, looking for muñecas\nBeautiful, like Aztecas, but when it comes to love \nFuck with the agony for the ecstasy, what goes around, goes around\nSo baby don\'t mess with me, don\'t be testing me\nCause Little Rob be, one of a kind, original and individual\nUnforgettable, memorable, indelible, incredible, infallible\n\nChorus:\nAnd I remember it was not easy\nThat\'s what everybody says but not me\nWicked ass times on S.D. streets\nBut I still love them \nAnd had to have them\n\nAnd I remember\nI remember the things we used to do \nPlaces we used to go, yeah\n\nGive all my love to mi madre, padre\nbrother and sister, and all of my sangre\nEnemy\'s chale, me vale verga, estas afuera, mirando pa\'dentro\nYou wanna come in but you can\'t, because were not allowed no mensos\nThrew you away like a pencil, give you away like a utensil\nJust when you think you had a grip on life, that\'s when you let go \nReady set go, it\'s a race to the finish, and only the best always win\nAnd I\'m prepared to take you to ?? so let\'s finish business\nWhat is this, had they becomin\' witnesses? I don\'t know nothin\' \nI didn\'t hear nothin\', I don\'t see nothin\', that\'s what I learned when I was \na kid\nAs long with respect, those who respect you, forget about the one\'s\nThat forget about you, my bikes a collection, is a collection, never a big \nsection\nOf mi vida; memories, I need\'cha, like a jock that needs his shoesI wish I could go back, and do it all over againAnd I know that ain\'t happenin\', and so I sit rememberin\'Chorus:\nAnd I remember it was not easy\nThat\'s what everybody says but not me\nWicked ass times on S.D. streets\nBut I still love them \nAnd had to have them\n\nAnd I remember\nI remember, everything\nEverything we used to do\nAnd I remember \nOoooo, Me and my homies\nUnderneath the street light\nGettin\' highAnd I remember\nOoooo, When we used ta play\nShoot\'em up bang, bang, bang\nBang, bang, bang 619, Ass, Baby, bandit, Big, Bizz, Brown, California, Capone, Click, Cris, Crusing, Deli, Diego, DJ, Dukes, Ese, Estilo, Fingazz, Frost, Gangsters, girl, Here, I'm, in, Krazy, Lil', Low, Lowrider, LPG'z, Menace, Mexicano, Mexicans, Mr., Nino, Oldies, One, Para, Payaso, Pro, Profile, Records, Rob, Royal, Rum, San, Sancho, Shadow, Silencer, Soy, Still, Sureños, Ti, Tits, Weeto