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Dr Dre

Lil` Ghetto Boy

  rap  imawreck2  678-74-311-75  hip-hop  class of 2000
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Текст песни Dr Dre - Lil` Ghetto Boy

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Wake up, jumped out my bedHung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 DeadMurder was the case that they gave meDear God, I wonder can you save meI`m only 18, so I`m a young buckIt`s a ride, if I don`t scrap, I`m getting stuckBut that`s the life of a G, I guessEse`s way deep, shanked two in they chestBests run `cause brothers is dropping quickerUgn, too late, damn, down goes another niggaBouncing off the walls, throwing them dogsGetting a rep as a young hogIt ain`t nuttin like the street lifeBetta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain`t no fist fightSo I guess I gots ta handle mineSince I did the crime, I gots ta do my timeChorus:Lil` ghetto boyPlaying in the ghetto streetsWhat`cha gonna do when you grow upAnd have to face responsibilityVerse Two: Dr. DreNow, I`m `trolling the dove, sitting on swoll27 years old, off on parole, strollI`m back up on my feet wit my mind on the moneyThat I`m making as soon as I touch the streetThings done changed but it`s alrightRemember they used to thump but now they blast, rightBut it ain`t no thing to meCause now I`m what they call a loced-assed O.G.The little homies from the hood wit gripare the ones I get with cause I`m down to set-tripNigga, I`m bigger than you, so what`cha wanna doDidn`t know we had a 22Straight sitting behind his backI`m grab his pockets and then I heard six capsI fell to the ground wit blood on my handsI didn`t understandHow a nigga so young could bust a capI use to be the same way backI guess that`s what I get (for what)For trying to jack them little homies for they breadChorusVerse Three: Snoop Doggy DoggSomething for the real OG`s to get witSome facts, made our made, now you wanna run and playLike every single day, really doeYou know me, I`m the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homieNo need to be uncalm if you pack rightAnd learning just enuff to keep your sack rightLate nights, I wonder what they getting fo`Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo`Seven young G`s put they serve downIn a jeep ride, east side what they swerve nowNot thinking about what`s really going onGot crept on, stepped on, now they goneI spent 4 years in the county wit nutting 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 make`Cause when you`re broke, you break, check it outSo ain`t no need for your mama to trip`Cause you`s a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your gripChorus

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