lil´ ghetto boy remix þarký sözü

artist: dr. dre featuring 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