[Intro]
Greeting boys and girls
My name is Petey P
Kendrick's childhood imaginary friend (that’s right)
I am your neighbor
And I’d like to [bad word] you to good kid, m.A.A.d city
So grab your cartoons and cereal
 Your pop guns and fireworks
 And sing along)

 [Hook]
When we grow up we gon go and get us a million
 Spend it all in front of the county building
 Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane
 When we grow up we gon go and get us a million
 Spend it all in front of the county building
 Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane

 [Verse 1]
(Kendrick, you remember that one time when we was...)
I’ve been waiting on this day since Dr. Dre and Pac
Was on Rosecrans in that burgerstand at '95
People staring at 'em in amazement
Reservations at the Days Inn
 We was living out a hotel at the time
Breakfast, lunch and dinner chicken from Kentucky Fried
Mama babysitting Section 8 vouchers the move
When nothing else to lose but a burger flipping job
Close my eyes inside the swap meet and imagine it's a mansion
 Gold ballroom, AK-47 dancing
Howling at the moon, what’s a pack of hungry babies?
 Hope you feed us soon, bite your back, you die of rabies
Everyday we pray to eat at the table at Sizzlers
 But never make the visit, if better days was on its way
 Then they make the decision, to make the wrong turn
So for now we heat this skillet so this canned food can burn
 (Oh I remember that, it was the ravioli with the hot sauce in it, right?)

 [Hook]

 [Bridge]
And all the ghetto children in the world say, “that’s my car”
 All the ghetto boys say, “that’s my car”
 All the ghetto girls say, “that’s my car”
 When we grow up, when we grow up
 Ghetto children in the world say, “that’s my car”
 All the ghetto boys say, “that’s my car”
 All the ghetto girls say, “that’s my car”
 When we grow up, when we grow up

[Verse 2]
 [bad word] you remember the smoke and the burning buildings and [bad word] )
Couple stolen T.V.'s and a seat belt for my safety
 Played the passenger I think it’s five years after eighty
 Seven, do the math, ‘ 92 don’t you be lazy
Looking out the window, notice all the essentials
 Of a block party that stop for a second, then it rekindle
 Like a flame from a trick candle, everybody got dental
 Insurance ‘cause we ‘bout to floss, you get that couch I sent you?
 I heard that from a block away, probably had credentials
 Of a scholar but [bad word] not today, them Dayton Spokes was his to take
Refrigerators, barbecue pits, and Jordan kicks
 They did invasions while helicopters recorded it
Hello Mi-Mister Miyagi, I want them Kenwood woofers
 Say that you got me if not, I’ll dig in your drawer for it
The swap meet was the bulls' eye like [bad word] Murder was the melody you should know what the [bad word] is
"Papa you really telling me we can just get some more of it
 If [bad word] out?" He said, “lil [bad word] today the poor is rich
Don’t tell your mom that you seen a Molotov bomb
 If she ask just know you have to lie and son don’t forget
 [bad word] ain’t [bad word]  hoes ain’t neither
Niggas gon snitch, watch [bad word] you keeping
And one day you’ll put money in the ghetto when you got it
Rather than having to hustle off these Rodney King riots"
 (That’s right the [bad word]  Rodney King...
 You was with your daddy on Bullis Road)

 [Hook]