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06. Ice Cube - Ghetto Vet
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mack 10
Mack 10
Background Vocals
Mr. Short Khop
Mr. Short Khop
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Composer
Stephen Anderson
Stephen Anderson
Composer
Lionel Hunt
Lionel Hunt
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Mixing Engineer
Bud-da
Bud-da
Producer
Lamont Hyde
Lamont Hyde
Mixing Engineer
Fred Maher
Fred Maher
Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Life Niggaz used to come and get me When it was time to disagree with an enemy Pass the Hennessey it gives me energy Packed the gat in the small of my back Where these niggaz at I clear the whole pack Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet Smokin' on a wet cigarette (Who these niggaz think they are?) (Wishin' on a ghetto star I represent my tar,) I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs 'Cuz these Westside niggaz is harder thugs Enslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis Shootin' at your neighbors ('Cuz sometimes I feel like a nut, don't give a fuck when I open ya up) Hot rocks fly from the back seat And busta ass niggaz run like a track meet And if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little (What?) Killer king is the hospital, feelin' 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 rainin' bullets and I'm still there (Foe life) I'm still there My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass Up early in the morning takin' out the trash Feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser One on the pedals the other on the handle bars (What?) Tryin' be ghetto stars they said "Are you from the Westside, is it so?" I said, "Hell yea and who wanna know? (Me) In slow mo fo', fo' 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 Dr. 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" ("What?") "But you'll probably never walk again" I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide At night, I jerk and jerk But my dick don't work, it don't even hurt (Damn) Now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube I be pissin' through a tube 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 rainin' 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 drinkin' rippal 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 'cuz my tongue get tired Now everybody wanna put they dope on me Sayin' I won't get searched by the L.A.P.D. I'm sitting on a doorway, duece five Dependin' on that to keep my ass alive I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six With fuckin' legs, lookin' like tooth picks Sometimes I can't deal, got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill (C'mon man) Put me on the porch, now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine Just to maintain nutin' to gain, nutin' to lose And last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom Feelin' like a two year old, you can't get a sip from the brew I hold Nigga, its the only friend to a stranger, AKA handicap gang banger There's a lot in my life I regret becomin' 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 rainin' bullets and I'm still there Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair Fool, I'm a vet you can bet That I could dance underwater and not get wet (Check it) It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair Life Yea Life Yea Life, life Dedicated to all the ghetto vets For every nigga that done took one for the hood
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Stephen William Anderson, Lionel Jr. Hunt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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