( Supa )
I see you every day
Walking down the avenue
I'd like to get to know you
But all I do is smile at you
Oh baby when it comes to talking
My tongue get so thight
This sidewalk love affair
Has got me high as a kite
Yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like
Well I'm a slow walker
But girl I'd race a mile for you
Just to get back in time
For my peek-a-boo rendezvous
Well baby maby it's the way
You wear you're blue jeans so tight
I can't put my finger
On what you're doing right
Yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like
Yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like
Well I'm standing on a corner
Smiling by a telephone
I'd like to check you over
Get to know you with a fine tooth comb
Oh baby when I get home, I turn out the light
And then you come a strolling through
My dreams every night
Yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like
Yeah yeah, there's something 'bout you baby I like[Featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg]
The Ghetto x8
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 time
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 pockets 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'