It all begins with the girl that's pretty young, and a playa' runnin' round tryin to get him some Drunk he bumps in her head, next thing you know the two end up in bed A little fun but damn months, later there's a premature baby in a incubator Potna gone in the streets still running wild, not even trippin on the mother or the child Now here's a girl that's a daddy and a mama, gettin help from the babies young grandmama But for money granny can't help, there so it's quick food stamps and welfare Little baby drinking the city milk, when that's gone he gotta drink titty milk But that's life and only the beginning, kick back let's go to the second inning Young mother got a crib on section 8, now every night she brings home a different date But her baby the girl has no respect, in the bed by her kid straight gettin' wrecked And on the first when it's time to buy the food, she trips out an gives the money to some dude Young mother man she's a sad case, gettin high blowin weed in the babies face But that's life in the G-H-E-T-T-O, shoulda been mo then just another freaky hoe Shoulda Been Mo Shoulda Been Mo Shoulda Been Mo Shoulda Been Mo Young buck growing up livin kinda foul, he ain't wild but in time he learns how To peel a girl kill a world and to clock a dollar, in his dreams all he sees is drive Impala Sellin' work doin dirt an he know he wrong, mom's gone, mind blown now he's on his own Tryin to get it, gettin wit it an he gettin vicious, on the run from the one time hittin fences Ghetto boy with his toy and he getting good, making cash hella fast when he in the hood Took a turn for the worse and he got loc'd, settin' his own when his home boy got smoked Young villain killin at 13, but that's life growin' up on the dirt scene On the grind no time to thank fear, he gets keyed smokes weed and drinks beer Got popped trying to clock at the fly way, the boy slipped took a trip to Y.A Did a bid as a kid now he state raised, 6 years 7 months and 8 days But that's life in the H-double O-D, shoulda been mo then just another OG Shoulda Been Mo Shoulda Been Mo Shoulda Been Mo Shoulda Been Mo I grew up on the ghetto streets of California, where turf wars result in brew poured on corners For fallen soldiers who died on the front line, nigga's sellin flake just to shake the one time State convictions dank addictions, niggas gettin drunk just to shake the tension The Golden State pretty girls at the beach, they think we all livin like Robin Leach But sunny California ain't all the handsome, ballers get kidnapped and held for ransom Newborn babies getting found in alleys, and the biggest game originate in Cali Little girls having kids at age 14, base heads having kids coming out dope fiends And them crooked cops might tap that ass, so if you get pulled over you might have to blast Cause nigga's never win when they go to trial, this Killafornia life got us homicidal Or suicidal take your pick, whatever you pick you gonna take a trip To jail or hell and which ones worse, that gray goose or that black hearse I tell you homeboy I'm a true blue playa, but sometimes I wish I would have grew up a square Cause ain't no tellin' when you might get smoked, or stuck like chuck in jail sayin' I should been mo Shoulda Been Mo Shoulda Been Mo Shoulda Been Mo Shoulda Been Mo