Ghetto Life
Kam/Kokane/Nate Dogg/Snoop Dogg/Tha Eastsidaz Lyrics

I was born... coming up from the ghetto
I was born and raised in the ghetto

Where the OG's never let go
Where the OGs never forget their roots and where they came from

This is somethin I had to know
I had to learn and understand the ways of the ghetto

Had to be real sneaky
Had to be very careful and watchful

Watched niggas that tried to creep on me
Watched out for people who tried to take advantage of me

Stay away from the ones that's sheisty
Stay away from people who are dishonest or unreliable

That's what my momma always told me
That was the advice my mother always gave me

When ya livin on the eastside, ghetto
When you're living in the ghetto on the east side

In the ghetto, ghetto
Living in the ghetto

I never knew what my life would be, ghetto
I never knew what kind of life I would have living in the ghetto

I'll show what I'm talkin bout, ghetto
I'll show you what I mean by ghetto

When ya comin from the eastside, ghetto
When you're coming from the ghetto on the east side

I see you takin bills
I see you stealing money

I'm ready to ride, ready to roll
I'm ready to take action, ready to move forward

Ay check this mack I bet you're boyfriend aint knowin
Hey, listen to this smooth talk, I bet your boyfriend doesn't know

That I'm steadily blowin your back out
That I'm satisfying you sexually

Watch me track out on these niggas and bounce out on these hoes
Watch me leave these men and women behind as I leave the club

Get at em like "what's up trick" you know how it goes
Approach them like "what's up, fool," you know the routine

It's Friday night, the club is about to close
It's Friday night and the club is almost done for the night

And I was lookin fabulous
And I looked great

So I, got up to stretch 'bout to catch me one of these stragglers
So I got up and stretched, ready to approach someone who's still there

True eastside dogs, and we barkin not simpin
We're true gangsters from the east side and we're not acting weak

Yo holmes 'bout that time to start this parking lot pimpin
Hey friend, it's time to start hustling in the parking lot

I keep that thang, huh, posted in the same spot
I keep my gun in the same place

Nothin but my khaki shorts, house shoes, boxers and my suede shine
All I'm wearing is khaki shorts, slippers, boxers, and nice shoes

I'm from the home of the riots
I'm from a place where riots have occurred

That's before the peace died but I'm still hollin out eastside
That was before things got worse, but I still represent the east side

Uhh, what y'all busters gon do
What are all of you weak people going to do

When the pimps, bangers, and hustlers smash on you
When gangsters and hustlers attack you

It aint about who's sellin the most caine
It's not about who's selling the most drugs

Put us all together nigga see you run thangs
Put us all together and you'll see who's really in charge

If you can't hang, stay the fuck out the kitchen
If you can't deal with the tough stuff, stay away from it

Bitch I'm ghetto fabbed out, so fuck politickin
I'm dressed nicely but still from the ghetto, so forget about playing politics

Waitin for a chance and the shit it never happened
Waiting for an opportunity that never came

Time is money, and when you get it keep it clackin
Time is valuable, and when you get money, keep it flowing

All you hear is, with my two inch twist
All you hear is the sound of my car's wheels as they turn

I keep the goodyear grip, so the dubs don't slip
I have good grip on my car tires so the rims don't slip in a turn

If you want my claims, I think you besta make a change
If you want what I have, you need to change yourself

So close your eyes when I let my back end hang
Close your eyes when I do a dangerous stunt

I ride til the motherfucking wheels fall off
I'll keep doing what I'm doing until I can't anymore

Domie's got daytons, Goldie's got daytons
My friends have Dayton tires on their cars

All burnt to the turf up in a goddamn fool
The rims are hot and ruined due to reckless driving

Old school motherfucker breakin jaws and rules
An old school gangster who defies the law and injures people

Choose to bang, who's to blame but myself and the set
I chose to join a gang, so I'm the only one to blame

All my peers through the years steady gettin it whet
All the people who I grew up with are getting involved in the same lifestyle as me

Give me a rep, that's what I wanted most in my life
I wanted to establish a reputation more than anything else

Did it all like a hawk, so I'm totin my stripes
I paid close attention to everything and now have gained respect

Will I quit it, I'm comitted til the day I drop
I will never give up this lifestyle

Slangin rocks, sprayin shots, sayin fuck the cops
Selling drugs, firing guns, and defying the police

Locked up in the Chevy and my switches is hot
Locked in a Chevy and my car's hydraulics are high

Gave em pain as I swang on the bitches I sopt
Caused pain as I drove, showing off for people I passed

Bandanna on the antenna swangin and ridin
Bandana on the car antenna, swerving and driving

Eastsidin, ghetto life is invitin
Living on the east side and being involved in a gang lifestyle is attractive

Me and my brother had to walk to school
My brother and I had to walk to school

I used to get him he downposed for joe cool
I used to dress him up to look like a popular character

A couple of dickies, with some quarter sacks
A couple of Dickies shirts, with some small bags of drugs

Damn cuz I can't believe my kinfolk gave me that
I can't believe my own family gave me those things

Had a nigga lookin G'd up
I looked stylish and tough

With the scarf on my head, stealin sheets on my bed
With a bandana on my head, stealing bed sheets

I seen baloney sandwiches without no motherfuckin bread
I've seen plain sandwiches without any bread

I stole a pack of chips with the big homie Fred
I stole a bag of chips with my friend Fred

Now we sippin on some kool aid
Now we're drinking Kool-Aid

I got suspended from school for cussin out the teacher's aid
I got suspended from school for insulting the teacher's assistant

And now I'm bout to get a whoopin, but you know I'm steady woofin
And now I'm about to get punished, but I'm still talking tough

On the side where they ride the most
On the side of town where people drive the most

Eastside is the beach, westside is the coast
The east side is like a beach and the west side is like the coast

And we ghetto like a motherfuckin hot buttered toast
We're from the ghetto and tough like a hot piece of toast

In the mornin with some government cheese (government cheese)
In the morning, eating some free government cheese

We keep it ghetto like a nigga shootin dice on his knees
We keep it gangster like someone gambling on the street

Get your money first rule number one, hello
The first rule is to get your money first

Livin it up is livin life in the ghetto
Having fun is living life in the ghetto