Chorus
Once upon a time in that Ghetto yo
I used to make tha chetta
When I was lounging with tha playa and the hustlers yo
And rydin on em' haters
Just pimpin with them playas from tha 415
Hustling everyday just to stay alive
Huh, once upon a time in tha ghetto you
I used to make that chetta

Used to be a slave to sin
Smoking indo smoke like tha homey Mista Grimm
Now who a thought that years ago I'd be the one reachin him
Prayin in tha late night hour crying
Askin' that lord to come on in
Of a broken heart filled with all this hurt and pain
Askin that lord to clear that overcast and all tha rain
Cuz there ain't no sunshine in the ghetto
Unless ya got Christ in ya life not tha devil
That's what I had though
Demons in my system dogg
Now I'm intoxicated wit the Holy Spirit yall
No more chronic, bionic and gin and tonic
Chocolate tye, or sticky icky, icky
Cuz tha Holy Goly gets me high

See I was, thugged out
West Cali livin
Straight sinnin in boss hog Cali Pimpin
Straight sippin Gin