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