Dr. Dre Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Lil' Ghetto Boy (Remix) Lyrics

(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg)

 The Ghetto [8x] 

 

 [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 [3x]

 

 That's the life of a G

 That's the life of a G, I guess

 The ghetto [3x]

 

 That's the life of a G. The ghetto

 That's the life of a G, I guess

 The ghetto