Dr.Dre: Lil' ghetto boy

Verse One: Snoop Doggy DoggWake up, jumped out my bedHung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 DeadMurder was the case that they gave meDear God, I wonder can you save meI'm only 18, so I'm a young buckIt's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuckBut that's the life of a G, I guessEse's way deep, shanked two in they chestBests run 'cause brothers is dropping quickerUgn, too ltae, damn, down goes another niggaBouncing off the walls, throwing them dogsGetting a rep as a young hogIt ain't nuttin like the street lifeBetta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain't no fist fightSo I guess I gots ta handle mineSince I did the crime, I gots ta do my timeChorus: Dat Nigga DazLil' ghetto boyPlaying in the ghetto streetsWhat'cha gonna do when you grow upAnd have to face responsibilityVerse Two: Dr. DreNow, I'm 'trolling the dove, sitting on swoll27 years old, off on parole, strollI'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the moneyThat I'm making as soon as I touch the streetThings done changed but it's alrightRemember they used to thump but now they blast, rightBut 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 gripAre the ones I get wit 'cause I'm down respect tripNigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna doDidn't know we had a 22Straight sitting behind his backI'm grab his pockets and then I heard six capsI fell to the ground wit blood on my handsI didn't understandHow a nigga so young could bust a capI use to be the same way backI guess that's what I get (for what)For trying to jack them little homies for they breadChorus: Dat Nigga DazLil' ghetto boyPlaying in the ghetto streetsWhat'cha gonna do when you grow upAnd have to face responsibilityVerse Three: Snoop Doggy DoggSomething for the real OG's to get witSome facts, made our made, now you wanna run and playLike every single day, really doeYou know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homieNo need to be uncalm if you pack rightAnd learning just enuff to keep your sack rightLate nights, I wonder what they getting fo'Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo'Seven young G's but they serve downIn a jeep ride, east side what they swerve nowNot thinking about what's really going onGot crept on, stepped on, now they goneI spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around meBut now I'm back at the poundAnd we expose ways for the youth to surviveSome think it's wrong but we tend to think it's rightSo make all them ends you can make'Cause when you're broke, you break, check it outSo ain't no need for your mama to trip'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your gripChorus: Dat Nigga DazLil' ghetto boyPlaying in the ghetto streetsWhat'cha gonna do when you grow upAnd have to face responsibility