Lyric Lil Ghetto Boy"(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, Dat Nigga Daz
[Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Wake up, jumped out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit 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 18, so I m a young buck
It s a ride, if I don t scrap, I m getting stuck
But that s the life of a G, I guess
Ese s way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a young hog
It ain t nuttin like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain t no fist fight
So I guess I gots ta handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time
[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility
[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
Now, I m trolling the dove, sitting on swoll
27 years old, off on parole, stroll
I m back up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That I m making as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed but it s alright
Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right
But it ain t no thing to me
Cause now I m what they call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get wit cause I m down respect trip
Nigga, I m bigger than you, so what cha wanna do
Didn t know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his back
I m grab his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands
I didn t understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I use to be the same way back
I guess that s what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for they bread
[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility
[Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Something for the real OG s to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, I m the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning just enuff to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo
Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo
Seven young G s but they serve down
In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now
Not thinking about what s really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting 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 hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip
[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility
Wake up, jumped out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit 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 18, so I m a young buck
It s a ride, if I don t scrap, I m getting stuck
But that s the life of a G, I guess
Ese s way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a young hog
It ain t nuttin like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain t no fist fight
So I guess I gots ta handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time
[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility
[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
Now, I m trolling the dove, sitting on swoll
27 years old, off on parole, stroll
I m back up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That I m making as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed but it s alright
Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right
But it ain t no thing to me
Cause now I m what they call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get wit cause I m down respect trip
Nigga, I m bigger than you, so what cha wanna do
Didn t know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his back
I m grab his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands
I didn t understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I use to be the same way back
I guess that s what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for they bread
[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility
[Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Something for the real OG s to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, I m the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning just enuff to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo
Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo
Seven young G s but they serve down
In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now
Not thinking about what s really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting 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 hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip
[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]
Lil ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto streets
What cha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility
