Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Vet, artist - Ice Cube. Album song The Essentials, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Priority
Song language: English
Ghetto Vet |
Hey Chop |
(Hey) |
These haters tried to blow me up, man |
(Who is this) |
The Don Mega, nigga, who you think |
(Ey, homie, what happened) |
My whole life flashed before my eyes, man |
Life… |
Niggas used to come and get me |
When it was time to disagree with an enemy |
Pass the Hennessy it gives me energy |
Packed the gat in the small of my back |
Where these niggas at, I’ll clear the whole pack |
Talking shit cause I’m down for my set |
I’m a vet, smoking on a wet cigarette |
Who these niggas think they are |
Wishing on a ghetto star, I represent my tar |
I start busting and they scatter like water bugs |
Cause these Westside niggas is harder thugs |
Enslave us but nothing can save us from sporting Ben Davis |
Shootin' at your neighbors |
Cause sometimes I feel like a nut |
Don’t give a fuck when I open you up |
Hot rocks |
Fly from the back seat |
And busta-ass niggas run like a track meet |
And if you caught in the middle |
Bleed more than a little (what) |
Killer King is the hospital |
Feeling numb from the bullets I hum |
And when they hit |
Black mothers have fits |
I don’t give a shit |
Fool I’m a vet you can bet |
That I could dance underwater and not get wet |
Check it |
It’s raining bullets and I’m still there |
I’m still there |
My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass |
Up early in the morning taking out the trash |
Feeling like a loser, alcohol abuser |
Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser |
One on the pedals, the other on the handle bars |
Tryna be ghetto stars |
They said, «are you from the Westside is it so?» |
I said, «hell yeah and who want to know?» |
Me |
In slow mo', .44 slugs, face down in the mud |
Puddle full of blood |
Left for dead, the pain starts to spread |
Now I can’t feel my legs |
I meet Doctor Who at King Drew medical center |
As I enter I.C.U |
He said the bullet hit a nerve that was vital |
I said I can’t move my legs, he said don’t try to |
Now this ain’t the end my friend but you’ll probably never walk again |
I sit there motionless holding this pain inside contemplating suicide |
At night I jerk and jerk |
But my dick don’t work it don’t even hurt |
Now who’d ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube |
A’be pissing through a tube |
Fool I’m a vet |
Fool, I’m a vet you can bet |
I can dance underwater and not get wet (check it) |
It’s raining bullets and I’m still there |
Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair |
Fuck a V-A they need G-A |
Gang Hospital for a cripple |
Now I’m drinking Ripple |
Same corner, same hood I’m still there |
With bandanas tied to my wheel chair |
To all the hood rat hoes I’m fired |
They mad cause my tongue get tired |
Now everybody want to put they dope on me |
Sayin I won’t get searched by the LAPD |
I’m sittin' in a doorway deuce-five |
Depending on that to keep my ass alive |
I don’t got bows but my arm’s about a one-six |
With fucking legs looking like tooth picks |
Some times I can’t deal |
Got to beg the BG’s to roll me up the hill |
Put me on the porch |
Now I’m on the torch |
Smoking cocaine |
Just to maintain |
Nothing to gain nothing to lose |
And last night I couldn’t make it to the bathroom |
Feeling like a 2-year-old |
You can’t get a sip from the brew I hold |
It’s the only friend to a stranger |
AKA: handicapped gangbanger |
There’s a lot in my life I regret becoming a ghetto vet |
Fool I’m a Vet |
Fool I’m a vet you can bet |
That I could dance underwater and not get wet |
Check it |
It’s raining bullets and I’m still there |
I’m still there |
Dedicated to all the ghetto vets |
For every nigga that done took one for the hood |