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The Dove Shack - Ghetto Life lyrics
* send corrections to the typist [chorus 2x] how do I survive each day livin ghetto life twist me up a fat ass J and livin indo high [C Knight] can I keep my freedom at least give me that for any other come I had to use a fuckin strap to get what I want in the ghetto and please, gutter for the drive-by sucka motherfuckers fly by but why try, to test this three five seven I know you wouldn't have catch me and my homies chillin in front of the shack see, but I'z be the motherfuckin mack tryna check a stack I gots a gap to watch my back and since I'm crazy that just mean no niggaz won't be fade me commin from a wicked city Long Beach, where everything gets shitty (you know it) and ain't that a pity if you down on your luck nobody's gon give a fuck that's why I'mma always bring my ghetto life, my ghetto thing, my ghetto swing if it's lit take a hit and it's on [chorus 2x] how do I survive each day livin ghetto life twist me up a fat ass J and livin indo high [Bo Roc] life in the ghetto far from little China it's a place where the police is always down to find ya cuz everybody in the momma snitches brothers and niggaz, and sisters that's called bitches damn! the same people that holler out "peace, brotha" will try to catch with the draws so they can fuck ya black folks in the ghetto straight fuckin up and the whites on the outside bustin up time to bust a cap in the chevrelo whether you'z a nigga, a nigga, a negro if you're not a sollution you'z a problem nine double one ain't be the only way to solve 'em cuz it's oughter to cheese them crackers first you pimps gotta work with the jackers and both of y'all must work with the gangs and dope-dealers cuz they'z the main motherfuckers killers untill then the ounces from the white devil and what's left for the blacks life in the ghetto (in the ghetto) if it's lit take a hit and it's on [2 Scoops] now all through high school I relied on drug-smugglin cuz I was broke, a nigga was straight strugglin not knowin where my next dollars comin from but I got a gun there's the double up I'mma jack one how I'mma let the fool be up when I'm on the bottom anytime you broke a lot of friends you ain't got 'em to be a young man you got to be ready cuz in my house there was no fuckin daddy in the home, I roam with the homies from the block experiencing, puberty, clockin do' and passin glocks I remember at the party the ho's didn't like me cuz when the party was over I rolled out on my Nike's when times get rough and tough I'm gon grab that bud and take a superpuff indo high, I replied on the bud for the pain and stayin leveled to the ground and true to the game you can't jump on my escalator if you ain't need it I'd rather pull a lick and stay weeded ?? into the alley smooth but fast now I'm headed to the shack to count yo cash if it's lit take a hit and it's on [C] and it's on [B] and it's on [2] and it's on [C] and it's on [B] and it's on [2] and it's on [all] and it's on! [chorus 4x] how do I survive each day livin ghetto life twist me up a fat ass J and livin indo high |
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