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Текст (слова) песни: Dr Dre - Lil` Ghetto Boy (Remix)

 
 
[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 

 


Другие песни Dr Dre :

A Nigga Witta Gun
As The World Keeps Turning
Been There Done That
Bitch So
Bitches Ain`t Shit
Deeez Nuuuts
Deep Cover
East Coast/West Coast Killas
Fame
Fuck Wit Dre Day
Funky Flute
Got Me Open
High Powered
L.A.W. (Lyrical Assault Weapon)
Let Me Ride
Let Me Ride (Remix)
Lil` Ghetto Boy
Lil` Ghetto Boy (Remix)
Lyrical Gangbang
Nationowl
Puffin On Blunts And Drankin Tanqueray
Rat A Tat Tat
Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat
Shittin` On The World
Str 8 Gone
Stranded On Death Row
The Day The Niggaz Took Over
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The Watcher