Snoop Dogg - Lil' Ghetto Boy (remix) Lyrics

Lil' Ghetto Boy (remix)

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


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


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


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

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