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    Snoop Dogg & Dre - Lil Ghetto Boy

    Rico Xiao Long  vs  N.W.O

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    (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

    Lil' ghetto boy
    Playing in the ghetto streets
    What'cha gonna do when you grow up
    And have to face responsibility

    (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 with cause I'm down to set-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


    (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 put 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