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Dr Dre

Lil` Ghetto Boy (Remix)

  rap  imawreck2  678-74-311-75  hip-hop  class of 2000
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[Featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg]The Ghetto x8Snoop 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 BoyDr. 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 gripChorusSnoop 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 gripChorusLil` Ghetto BoyThat`s the life of a G, I guessThe ghetto. x3That`s the life of a GThat`s the life of a G, I guessThe ghetto. x3That`s the life of a G. The ghettoThat`s the life of a G, I guessThe ghetto

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