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Just like bums
we used to stay
in the slums of LA by the way
Gang-bangers killin' each other for rep,
sellin' rock cocaine on my doorstep
Had a ball to bounce plus a bike to ride,
but my mamma never would let me play outside.
But when I got enrolled in elementary school,
started bangin' like a fuckin' fool.
So cool,
throwin' up gang signs to the gangster (?),
shot an enemy from across the street
Mamma came home, said she got a good job.
Daddy did too.
Now they don't squab.
Financially, we improvin'.
2 months later, son, we movin'.
No more duckin' from shotgun shells.
Bought a two-story house in East Palmdale.
(give it to me now.)

Palmdale, come back to me.
I need you and I love you, baby.
Palmdale, come back to me.
(Check it out, check it out, check it out.)

No more rats and no more roaches,
livin' next door ito football coaches.
Now I got a new place to sell me crack.
Now I got little white kids to jack.
I stopped wearin' blue, wasn't trippin' on red.
Too busy squabbin' with the skinheads.
Stupid questions, distract the class.
Rubbin' little white girls on the ass.
I didn't really care if I passed or failed, I knew I was headed for the NFL,
Until the playoff game, shoulder got hurt.
I thought about my future, layin' in the dirt.
I can't jump, I can't flinch.
Superstar player, ridin' the bench.
Graduate from school? Don't make me laugh.
I got an F in basic math.
(give it to me now.)

Palmdale, (Hell, yeah.) come back to me.
I gotta do one song for my neighborhood. Bucccoooc!
Palmdale, come back to me.
(check it out.)

I knew I coul