Lil' Ghetto Boy - Dr. Dre/Snoop Dogg (史努比狗狗)/D.O.C

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 riot 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 the chest

Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker

Ugh too late damn down goes another ni**a

Bouncin' off the walls throwin' them dogs

Gettin' a rep as a young hog

It ain't nothin' like the street life

You better be strapped with yo' shank 'cause ain't no fist fight

So I guess I gots ta handle mine

Since I did the crime I gots to do my time

Them say me grow up to be nothin' look at me now

And tell me what you see

I am what I am it's only me

Little ghetto boy playing in the ghetto streets

What you gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility

Now I'm holdin' a dub sitting on swoll

Twenty-seven years old off on parole stroll

I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money

That I'll be making as soon as I touch the streets

Things done changed on this side

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 OG

The little homies from the hood with grip

Are the ones I get with 'cause I'm down to set trip

Ni**a I'm bigger than you so whatchu wanna do

Didn't know he had a 22

Straight sitting 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 ni**a so young could bust a cap

I used to be the same way back

I guess that's what I get For what

For trying to jack them little homies for they grip

Me learn many things from what me on the street

The outcome of what I've come to be

Little ghetto boy playing in the ghetto streets

Whatchu gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility

Something for the real OG's to get with

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 G ride east side where they swerve now

Not thinking about what's really going on

Got crept on stepped on now they gone

I spent four years in the county with nothing 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 a** youngsta clocking your grip

Now me finally grown as you can see still an OG

For life and always remain to be

Little ghetto boy playing in the ghetto streets

What you gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility