*featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg
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The Ghetto [8x]
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[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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Wake up, jumped out my bed
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I'm in a two man cell with my homie Lil' 1/2 Dead
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Murder was the case that they gave me
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Dear God, I wonder can you save me?
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I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young buck
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It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin' stuck
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But that's the life of G, I guess
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Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest
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Best run cause brothers is droppin' quicker
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Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
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Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them dogs
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Gettin' that rep as a young hog
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It ain't nothin' like the street life
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You better be strapped with your shank
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Cause ain't no fist fight
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So I guess I gots to handle mine
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Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time
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[Chorus:]
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We run game in the ghetto
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We gets high in the ghetto
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We gets shot in the ghetto
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You might get stuck in the ghetto
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Lil' Ghetto Boy
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[Dr. Dre]
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Now I'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on swoll
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Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll
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I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money
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That I be makin' soon as I touch them streets
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Things done changed on this side
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Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
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But it ain't no thang to me
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Cause now I'm what they call a loced ass O.G.
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The little homies from the hood with grip
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Are the ones I get with cause I'm down to set trip
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Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do?
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Didn't know he had a twenty-two
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Straight sittin' behind his back
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I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps
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I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
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I didn't understand
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How a nigga so young could bust a cap
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I used to be the same way back
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I guess that's what I get (for what?)
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For tryin' to jack the little homies for they grip
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[Chorus]
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[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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Somethin' for the real O.G.'s to get with
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Some facts made our made
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Now you runnin' but I'm played
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Like every single day, really doe
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You know me, I'm the smooth macadamian
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Gamin'em for my homie
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No need in be uncalm, if you pack right
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And learnin' just enough to keep your sack tight
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Late nights, I wonder what they get in for?
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Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for?
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Seven young G's put they serve down
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In a G ride, Eastside's where they swerve now
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Not thinkin' about what's really goin' on
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Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
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I spent four years in the county
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With nothin' but convicts around me
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But now I'm back at the Pound
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And we expose ways for the youth to survive
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Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
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So make all them ends you can make
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Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
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So ain't no need for your mama to trip
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Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip
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[Chorus]
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Lil' Ghetto Boy
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That's the life of a G, I guess
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The ghetto [3x]
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That's the life of a G
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That's the life of a G, I guess
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The ghetto [3x]
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That's the life of a G. The ghetto
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That's the life of a G, I guess
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The ghetto
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Lil' Ghetto Boy (Remix)
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Dr Dre |