[Featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg]
The Ghetto x8
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. 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
The ghetto
