Dr.Dre Lyrics

Dr.Dre Lyrics

"Lil' Ghetto Boy (Remix) Lyrics"

Knowing People Lyrics
Are you made like God When you start to bleed Do you really know What it is to breathe Without a mind to think Or a hand in fate You're an animal Filled with love and hate And you And the way you move And the things you say Your desperate dreams Are pathetic I don't like knowing people I don't like people knowing about me I do

Artist: Dr. Dre featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg
The Ghetto 8x

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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 ride, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin' stuck
But that's the life of G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Gettin' that rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' like the street life
You better be strapped with your shank
Cause ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots to do my tim
Cowboy Boots and Bathing Suits Lyrics
Jerry Jeff Walker We've been here a week or so, Now it's finally time to go. Can't believe how quickly time has flown, Packin' up the bathin' suits, Getting out the cowboy boots, That’s a sign we must be going home.... Time just stopped for a little while, We were part of a tiny island. Made a lot of friends we'll keep for life. When we get bac
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Chorus:

We run game in the ghetto
We gets high in the ghetto
We gets shot in the ghetto
You might get stuck in the ghetto
Lil' Ghetto Boy

[Dr. Dre]
Now I'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on swoll
Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money
That I be makin' soon as I touch them streets
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it ain't no thang to me
Cause now I'm what they call a loced ass O.G.
The little homies from the hood with grip
Are the ones I get with cause I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so whatcha wanna do?
Didn't know he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin' behind his back
I grabbed his po
You Can Hide It Lyrics
Now you have been staring at the sun for a while Is it hurting your eyes I know you want to put those shades on And walk on home, home with a tan To arrive and leave with style But didn't a warm wind blow right through you Just melting the ice I know you want to put those shades on And walk on home, home as planned But stand still for a while
ckets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
I didn't understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I used to be the same way back
I guess that's what I get (for what?)
For tryin' to jack the little homies for they grip

(Chorus)

[Snoop Doggy Dogg]
Somethin' for the real O.G.'s to get with
Some facts made our made
Now you runnin' but I'm played
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamian
Gamin'em for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin' just enough to keep your sack tight
Late nights, I wonder what they get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for?
Seven young G's put they serve down
In a G ride, Eastside's where t
Lonely Cities Of The Heart Lyrics
As the midnight fades in boys town And the hustle stops to glow This urban landscape sprawls before me And the hunger starts to grow But something more than my daddy showed to me How he wanted to make a man of me Living in the lonely cities of the heart Hiding in the shadows and searching in the dark My mama reads me like an open book She knows when I'm u
hey swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's really goin' on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four years in the county
With nothin' 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 hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

(Chorus)

Lil' Ghetto Boy

That's the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto 3x

That's the life of a G
That's the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto 3x

That's the life of a G. The ghetto
That's the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto