| Livin' day by day in my hood, on the spot
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| I see the same old things, same dope fiends, cops
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| Just an average day in the streets of California
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| 5−0 find a young girl dead around the corner
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| Mommy’s on her knees, she had tears in her eyes
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| And nobody knew why the young girl had to die
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| People look ashamed it’s been like this for years
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| Bloody sheets on the body, face wet from her mommy’s tears
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| She couldn’t have been over 4−5
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| And if mommy wasn’t based, she would still be alive
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| But now the street is a place you could be swallowed by death
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| Brothas takin' each other’s lives and goin' to rest in peace
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| I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
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| My cousin died last year and I still can’t let go
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| I walk the streets of my city of my neighborhood
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| Seein' dope fiends livin' off canned goods
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| 15 niggaz on the corner and niggaz die young in California
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| 5−0'll get a dope case and flaunt it
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| Have your ass on, «America's Most Wanted»
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| But I don’t slang or either gang-bang
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| And though my old school homies do the same thing
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| I still got love 'cause you gotta live
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| So you can give and raise a family G
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| But you gotta do your best slangin' D-O-P-E
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| So keep a grip on yourself and stay mellow
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| And welcome to the ghetto
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| (Makes me wanna holla, the way they do my life, yeah)
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| Welcome to the ghetto
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| (Makes me wanna holla, the way they do my life, yeah)
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| Welcome to the ghetto
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| (Makes me wanna holla, the way they do my life, yeah)
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| Welcome to the ghetto
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| (Makes me wanna holla, the way they do my life, yeah)
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| Welcome to the ghetto
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| From across the seas comes cocaine
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| But you never seen a black man fly the plane
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| Look at the news, a young black death
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| Was it drug related? |
| Take a guess
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| I flash when I look in the mirror black
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| 'Cause my reflection is a 9 millimeter Gat
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| I think about genocide
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| And have thoughts of my homies who died
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| Everybody backstabbin'
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| But I ain’t the one to talk, I’m into gafflin'
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| Death give a shit about your color
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| But yet I see mo' dead young brothas
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| I’m goin' crazy out here
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| Seein' 24 brothas die by the end of the year
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| And I still gotta deal with the 5−0
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| And I stopped sellin' dope in 9−0
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| But if it came to it, I’d probably still do it
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| Put a Nine in my drawers, get straight to it
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| I hope that I never see the day
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| That I get 20 years for a cake
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| B-K-A as a key to open up the door for the mo' money
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| But I ain’t gotta do that G 'cause I’m down with the F-A to the C
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| To the U to the L-T-Y, G-nut X-tra Large and S-P-I
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| C-E, makin' niggas feel like jello
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| And welcome to the ghetto
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| (Makes me wanna holla, the way they do my life, yeah)
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| Welcome to the ghetto
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| (Makes me wanna holla, the way they do my life, yeah)
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| Welcome to the ghetto
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| (Makes me wanna holla, the way they do my life, yeah)
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| Welcome to the ghetto
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Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome to the Ghetto, artist - Spice 1. Album song Against Everything, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп