Born & Raised (UK Remix) - The Game

I hear the sound of a gravel road I feel the wheels of a Detroit steel takin' me home I see the house just up ahead Sing to the one, my daddy's son will lie awake in bed And dream myself to sleep And pray my soul to keep Plaid, dirt, white shirts, blue collar Still runnin' through my veins I was born small town, deep roots Mud on these boots I wouldn't change a thing It's how I was born and raised (Born and raised, born and raised) (Born and raised) Born and raised I'll never leave this little town The family, the memories, the roots that I put down Know who I am, ain't gonna change Might find a brand new melody but the song remains the same I'm proud of where I'm from Yeah we're the lucky ones Plaid dirt, white shirts, blue collar Still runnin' through my veins I was born small town, deep roots Mud on these boots I wouldn't change a thing It's how I was born and raised (Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) Born and raised It's how I was born and raised (Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) Born and raised It's how I was born and raised I know that gravel road will always lead me home Somewhere that shootin' star points me to where you are I know that gravel road will always lead me home Somewhere that shootin' star points me to where you are Plaid dirt, white shirts, blue collar Still runnin' through my veins I was born small town, deep roots Mud on these boots I wouldn't change a thing It's how I was born and raised (Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) Born and raised It's how I was born and raised (Born and raised, born and raised, born and raised) Born and raised (It's how I was born and raised) I'll never leave this little town

Rasta Wooy No, no one No one feel our pain It driving the poor insane, insane Me a talk 'bout the poor, the poverty and the pressure Can't tek it no more, too much youth 'pon stretcher Dem no really want fi see d ghetto youth dem richer So dem plan fi kill we out and tek we out a the pitcher Ghetto youths, don't be no snitcher Ghetto girls jus' be wise and don't be no bitcher Keep your eyes on the prize and on the star that glitter Keep your head and get a job I don't you sitta 'Cause I'm not from this place, you know I'm just a visitor And to how me see the race a run, it's gon' be bitter For the strongest a the strongest and the fit a the fitter I was born and raised to be no quitter I was born and raised enuh In the ghetto for years and years enuh My people cry tears and tears enuh No food for days and days enuh I was born and raised enuh In the ghetto for years and years enuh No food for days and days enuh My people cry tears and tears enuh They ask where I've been I said I've never been shopping All I see is a coffin Don't ask 'bout [?] shot him It's just the way of the system They eradicate every victim Just keep the faith, I'm insisting All my beautiful people, are you listening I was born and raised enuh In the ghetto for years and years enuh My people cry tears and tears enuh No food for days and days enuh I was born and raised enuh In the ghetto for years and years enuh No food for days and days enuh My people cry tears and tears enuh No one feels our pain (No one feels our pain that we're feeling) (Pain, that we're feeling) It driving the poor insane, insane, yeah (You can never know, if only God reveals it) It's getting to my brain (It's getting to my brain) ('Cause no else can feel the pain) And the bigger heads dem talk we things, just the same (Only talk about the change) (Everything remains the same) I was born and raised enuh In the ghetto for years and years enuh My people cry tears and tears enuh No food for days and days enuh I was born and raised enuh In the ghetto for years and years enuh No food for days and days enuh My people cry tears and tears enuh

The wind blows hard across the Texas plains Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playin' in the burnin' sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls but just one comes The other one runs With a Christian sense of wrong and right We were born and raised in black and white One learned to pray, one loved to fight We were born and raised in black and white We were born and raised in black and white Brother took to the gospel road Spent his whole live saving souls When he looked at me, his blood ran cold He didn't even try I had no dreams, I had no plans But a gun felt good in my right hand The warden asked, "How come you killed that man?" I said, "I don't know why" "Welcome home," said the hot moonlight We were born and raised in black and white One lives to pray, one prays for life We were born and raised in black and white We were born and raised in black and white Someone handed me a cigarette They offered me my last request I asked my mortal soul be blessed By someone close to me He came to me with trembling hands He swore he'd never understand I said it's just what life had planned It's destiny Don't waste your tears on me tonight We were born and raised in black and white I chose the dark, you chased the light We were born and raised in black and white We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas plains Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain

Hey Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Let's go back in the day Hey Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Let's go back in the day Hey (Born in the 80s) Do-doing it again (Raised in the 90s) Do-doing it again (Born in the 80s) Do-doing it again (Raised in the 90s) Let's go back in the day Hey (Born in the 80s) Do-doing it again (Raised in the 90s) Do-doing it again (Born in the 80s) Do-doing it again (Raised in the 90s) Let's go back in the day Born in the 80s Raised in the 90s Skanking out in my Nikey's Old school music in my head Looking back from A to Z Born in the- Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Ey, let's go back in the day Talking Arich jackets and Armarni shades Bacardi Breezer, Becks and the geezers Ben Sherman shirt but blacked-out Filas See me in the rave, Nike and my cap CD UK, Craig David and that Them days there we were doing it again Dream team live in the mix and what about EZ DJ live in the place Baby Ericsson essential headcase East 17, are you from the ends? If we're talking nineties, what about Friends? Friday nights lay soft then Fraser Before I ever was a fabric raver Girls looking good in Gucci loafers Gameboys, Gremlins, Gordon the Gopher Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Do-doing it again Born in the 80s Raised in the 90s Skanking out in my Nikey's Old school music in my head Looking back from A to Z Born in the- Do-doing it again Hoodies with a Hooch and a Helly Hansen Harry Enfield hack it for the mandem I was in my Iceberg with my ice jems ITN was the news back then Justin Case got played on loop My Evisu jeans probably stank of joop Kickers on my feet, kicker on my head Before Majestic I was plain old Kev With a little bit of luck and a little love bug Lonyo went in with the Summer of Love Mission FM and off-key Moschin' See Mighty Moe and Norris the Boss Bass off Nokia 5110 Nickelson Polo with Nike TM's Oxide on the remix of "Oh No!" On my TV, Otis and O-zone Born in the 80s Raised in the 90s Skanking out in my Nikey's Old school music in my head Looking back from A to Z X-men and x files, your XR2 would go for miles YSL shirt or a YSL polo School lunch times, I would master the yo-yo After school, yeah I would watch Zzzap Got into rap 'cause of Zig and Zag Back then when man was a boy That's my A to Z about my moments of joy Born in the 80's Raised in the 90's Born in the 80's Raised in the 90's Let's go back on the day