Ghetto Boy

Snoop Dogg

Miscellaneous

Lil' Ghetto Boy

Remix

The Ghetto x8

Snoop Doggy Dogg：

Wake up jumped out my bed

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 d**n down goes another n***a

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

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 a*s O G

The little homies from the hood with grip

Are the ones I get with cause I'm down to set trip

N***a 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 n***a 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

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' a*s youngsta clockin' your grip

Lil' Ghetto Boy

That's the life of a G I guess

The ghetto x3

That's the life of a G

That's the life of a G I guess

The ghetto x3

That's the life of a G The ghetto

That's the life of a G I guess

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