Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre - Lil' Ghetto Boy (Remix) songtekst
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The Ghetto 8x [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Wake up, jumped out my bed I`m in a two man cell with 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 eighteen, so I`m a young buck It`s a ride, if I don`t scrap, I`m gettin` stuck But that`s the life of G, I guess Ese`s way deep, shanked two in the chest Best run cause brothers is droppin` quicker Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga Bouncin` off the walls, throwin` them dogs Gettin` that rep as a young hog It ain`t nothin` like the street life You better be strapped with your shank Cause ain`t no fist fight So I guess I gots to handle mine Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time Chorus: We run game in the ghetto We gets high in the ghetto We gets shot in the ghetto You might get stuck in the ghetto Lil` Ghetto Boy [Dr. Dre] Now I`m holdin` the dub, sittin` on swoll Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll I`m back up on my feet with my mind on the money That I be makin` soon as I touch them streets Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right? But it ain`t no thang to me Cause now I`m what they call a loced ass O.G. The little homies from the hood with grip Are the ones I get with cause I`m down to set trip Nigga, I`m bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do? Didn`t know he had a twenty-two Straight sittin` behind his back I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps I fell to the ground with blood on my hands I didn`t understand How a nigga so young could bust a cap I used to be the same way back I guess that`s what I get (for what?) For tryin` to jack the little homies for they grip (Chorus) [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Somethin` for the real O.G.`s to get with Some facts made our made Now you runnin` but I`m played Like every single day, really doe You know me, I`m the smooth macadamian Gamin`em for my homie No need in be uncalm, if you pack right And learnin` just enough to keep your sack tight Late nights, I wonder what they get in for? Early mornin` on the corners, what they hittin` for? Seven young G`s put they serve down In a G ride, Eastside`s where they swerve now Not thinkin` about what`s really goin` on Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone I spent four years in the county With nothin` 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 hustlin` ass youngsta, clockin` your grip (Chorus) Lil` Ghetto Boy That`s the life of a G, I guess The ghetto 3x That`s the life of a G That`s the life of a G, I guess The ghetto 3x That`s the life of a G. The ghetto That`s the life of a G, I guess The ghetto