作词 : Snoop Dogg/

作曲 : Snoop 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 *****

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

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 wit 'cause I'm down respect trip

*****, 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 ***** 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

Lil' ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

What'cha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility

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 but 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

Lil' ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

What'cha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsib