Lyrics: <br /> <br />(Snoop Doggy Dogg) <br />Wake up, jumped out my bed <br />Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead <br />Murder was the case that they gave me <br />Dear God, I wonder can you save me <br />I'm only 18, so I'm a young buck <br />It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck <br />But that's the life of a G, I guess <br />Ese's way deep, shanked two in they chest <br />Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker <br />Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga <br />Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs <br />Getting a rep as a young hog <br />It ain't nuttin like the street life <br />Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain't no fist fight <br />So I guess I gots ta handle mine <br />Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br />Lil' ghetto boy <br />Playing in the ghetto streets <br />What'cha gonna do when you grow up <br />And have to face responsibility <br /> <br />(Dr Dre) <br />Now, I'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll <br />27 years old, off on parole, stroll <br />I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money <br />That I'm making as soon as I touch the street <br />Things done changed but it's alright <br />Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right <br />But it ain't no thing to me <br />Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed O. G <br />The little homies from the hood wit grip <br />Are the ones I get with cause I'm down to set-trip <br />Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do <br />Didn't know we had a 22 <br />Straight sitting behind his back <br />I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six caps <br />I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands <br />I didn't understand <br />How a nigga so young could bust a cap <br />I use to be the same way back <br />I guess that's what I get (for what) <br />For trying to jack them little homies for they bread <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />(Snoop Doggy Dogg) <br />Something for the real OG's to get wit <br />Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play <br />Like every single day, really doe <br />You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie <br />No need to be uncalm if you pack right <br />And learning just enuff to keep your sack right <br />Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo' <br />Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo' <br />Seven young G's put they serve down <br />In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now <br />Not thinking about what's really going on <br />Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone <br />I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me <br />But now I'm back at the pound <br />And we expose ways for the youth to survive <br />Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right <br />So make all them ends you can make <br />'Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out <br />So ain't no need for your mama to trip <br />'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip <br /> <br />[Chorus]
