Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre - Lil' Ghetto Boy lyrics
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Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg Wake up, jumped out my bed Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead Murder was the case that they gave me Dear God, I wonder can you save me I`m only 18, so I`m a young buck It`s a ride, if I don`t scrap, I`m getting stuck But that`s the life of a G, I guess Ese`s way deep, shanked two in they chest Bests run `cause brothers is dropping quicker Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs Getting a rep as a young hog It ain`t nuttin like the street life Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain`t no fist fight So I guess I gots ta handle mine Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz Lil` ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets What`cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility Verse Two: Dr. Dre Now, I`m `trolling the dove, sitting on swoll 27 years old, off on parole, stroll I`m back up on my feet wit my mind on the money That I`m making as soon as I touch the street Things done changed but it`s alright Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right But it ain`t no thing to me `Cause now I`m what they call a loced-assed O.G. The little homies from the hood wit grip Are the ones I get wit `cause I`m down respect trip Nigga, I`m bigger than you, so what`cha wanna do Didn`t know we had a 22 Straight sitting behind his back I`m grab his pockets and then I heard six caps I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands I didn`t understand How a nigga so young could bust a cap I use to be the same way back I guess that`s what I get (for what) For trying to jack them little homies for they bread Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz Lil` ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets What`cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg Something for the real OG`s to get wit Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play Like every single day, really doe You know me, I`m the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie No need to be uncalm if you pack right And learning just enuff to keep your sack right Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo` Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo` Seven young G`s but they serve down In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now Not thinking about what`s really going on Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me But now I`m back at the pound And we expose ways for the youth to survive Some think it`s wrong but we tend to think it`s right So make all them ends you can make `Cause when you`re broke, you break, check it out So ain`t no need for your mama to trip `Cause you`s a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz Lil` ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto streets What`cha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility