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Dr Dre - Lil' Ghetto Boy (Remix)

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(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  
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 [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