Dr Dre - Lil' Ghetto Boy Lyrics
Artist: dr. dre featuring snoop doggy doggThe ghetto 8x[snoop doggy dogg]Wake up, jumped out my bedI'm in a two man cell with my homie lil' 1/2 deadMurder was the case that they gave meDear god, i wonder can you save me?I'm only eighteen, so i'm a young buckIt's a ride, if i don't scrap, i'm gettin' stuckBut that's the life of g, i guessEse's way deep, shanked two in the chestBest run cause brothers is droppin' quickerUgn, too late, damn, down goes another niggaBouncin' off the walls, throwin' them dogsGettin' that rep as a young hogIt ain't nothin' like the street lifeYou better be strapped with your shankCause ain't no fist fightSo i guess i gots to handle mineSince i did the crime, i gots to do my timeChorus:We run game in the ghettoWe gets high in the ghettoWe gets shot in the ghettoYou might get stuck in the ghettoLil' ghetto boy[dr. dre]Now i'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on swollTwenty-seven years old, up for parole, strollI'm back up on my feet with my mind on the moneyThat i be makin' soon as i touch them streetsThings done changed on this sideRemember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?But it ain't no thang to meCause now i'm what they call a loced ass o.g.The little homies from the hood with gripAre the ones i get with cause i'm down to set tripNigga, i'm bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do?Didn't know he had a twenty-twoStraight sittin' behind his backI grabbed his pockets and then i heard six capsI fell to the ground with blood on my handsI didn't understandHow a nigga so young could bust a capI used to be the same way backI 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 withSome facts made our madeNow you runnin' but i'm playedLike every single day, really doeYou know me, i'm the smooth macadamianGamin'em for my homieNo need in be uncalm, if you pack rightAnd learnin' just enough to keep your sack tightLate nights, i wonder what they get in for?Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for?Seven young g's put they serve downIn a g ride, eastside's where they swerve nowNot thinkin' about what's really goin' onGot crept on, stepped on, now they goneI spent four years in the countyWith nothin' but convicts around meBut now i'm back at the poundAnd we expose ways for the youth to surviveSome think it's wrong but we tend to think it's rightSo make all them ends you can makeCause when you're broke, you break, check it outSo ain't no need for your mama to tripCause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip(chorus)Lil' ghetto boyThat's the life of a g, i guessThe ghetto 3xThat's the life of a gThat's the life of a g, i guessThe ghetto 3xThat's the life of a g. the ghettoThat's the life of a g, i guessThe ghetto
