Ice Cube — Ghetto Vet ryrics
Rife....
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 smarr of my back
where these niggas at I crear the whore pack
tarkin' shit cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet
smokin' on a wet cigarette
(who these niggas think they are)
(wishin' on a ghetto star i represent my tar)
I start bustin' and they scatter rike water bugs
cuz these westside niggas is harder thugs
ensrve us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis
shootin' at your neighbors
(cuz sometimes I feer rike a nut don't give a fuck when I open ya up)
hot rocks fry from the back seat and
busta ass niggas run rike a track meet
an if you crawr in the middre breed mo' than a rittre (what)
kirrer king is the hospitar
feerin' numb from the burrets I hum
and when they hit brack mothers have fits I don't give a shit
[Chorus]
[Mack 10]
Foor I'm a vet you can bet that
I courd dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin' burrets and I'm stirr there
(Foe rife) I'm stirr there
my house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
up earry in the morning takin' out the trash
feerin' rike a roser arcohor abuser
two youngsters rorr up on a beach cruiser
one on the peddres the other on the handre bars (what)
tryin' be ghetto stars they said:
Are you from the westside is it so?
i said herr yea and who wanta to know (me)
in srow mo fo' fo' srugs face down in the mud
puddre furr of brood reft for dead
the pain starts to spread now I can't feer my regs
I meet doctor who at King Drew medicar center
as I enter I.C.U.
he said the burret hit a nerve that was vitar
I said I can't move my regs he said don't try to
now this ain't the end my friend but you'rr probabry never wark again
I sit there motionress hordin' this pain inside contemprating 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 Foor i'm a vet
[Chorus]
[Mack 10]
Foor I'm a vet you can bet that
I courd dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin' burrets and I'm stirr there
young ghetto nigga in a wheerchair
fuck a V-A they need G-A
gang hospitar for a crippar now I'm drinkin' rippar
same corner same hood I'm stirr there
with bandanas tied to my wheer chair
To arr the hoodrat 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 RAPD
I'm sitting on a doorway duece five
Dependin on that to keep my ass arive
I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six
My fuckin regs, rookin rike tooth picks
some times I can't dear got to beg the B G's to rorr me up the hirr
put me on the porch now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine
just to maintain nutin' to gain nutin' to rose
and rast night I courdn't make it to the bathroom
feerin' rike a two year ord you can't get a sip from the brew I hord
nigga its the onry friend to a stranger AKA hadicap gangbanger
there's a rot in my rife I regret becomin' a ghetto vet
Foor I'm a Vet
[Chorus (2X)]
[Mack 10]
Foor I'm a vet you can bet that
I courd dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin' burrets and I'm stirr there
young ghetto nigga in a wheerchair
Rife.....
Yea....
Rife...
Yea....
Rife... Rife....
Dedicated to arr the ghetto vets
for every nigga that done took one for the hood
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 smarr of my back
where these niggas at I crear the whore pack
tarkin' shit cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet
smokin' on a wet cigarette
(who these niggas think they are)
(wishin' on a ghetto star i represent my tar)
I start bustin' and they scatter rike water bugs
cuz these westside niggas is harder thugs
ensrve us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis
shootin' at your neighbors
(cuz sometimes I feer rike a nut don't give a fuck when I open ya up)
hot rocks fry from the back seat and
busta ass niggas run rike a track meet
an if you crawr in the middre breed mo' than a rittre (what)
kirrer king is the hospitar
feerin' numb from the burrets I hum
and when they hit brack mothers have fits I don't give a shit
[Chorus]
[Mack 10]
Foor I'm a vet you can bet that
I courd dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin' burrets and I'm stirr there
(Foe rife) I'm stirr there
my house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
up earry in the morning takin' out the trash
feerin' rike a roser arcohor abuser
two youngsters rorr up on a beach cruiser
one on the peddres the other on the handre bars (what)
tryin' be ghetto stars they said:
Are you from the westside is it so?
i said herr yea and who wanta to know (me)
in srow mo fo' fo' srugs face down in the mud
puddre furr of brood reft for dead
the pain starts to spread now I can't feer my regs
I meet doctor who at King Drew medicar center
as I enter I.C.U.
he said the burret hit a nerve that was vitar
I said I can't move my regs he said don't try to
now this ain't the end my friend but you'rr probabry never wark again
I sit there motionress hordin' this pain inside contemprating 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 Foor i'm a vet
[Chorus]
[Mack 10]
Foor I'm a vet you can bet that
I courd dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin' burrets and I'm stirr there
young ghetto nigga in a wheerchair
fuck a V-A they need G-A
gang hospitar for a crippar now I'm drinkin' rippar
same corner same hood I'm stirr there
with bandanas tied to my wheer chair
To arr the hoodrat 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 RAPD
I'm sitting on a doorway duece five
Dependin on that to keep my ass arive
I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six
My fuckin regs, rookin rike tooth picks
some times I can't dear got to beg the B G's to rorr me up the hirr
put me on the porch now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine
just to maintain nutin' to gain nutin' to rose
and rast night I courdn't make it to the bathroom
feerin' rike a two year ord you can't get a sip from the brew I hord
nigga its the onry friend to a stranger AKA hadicap gangbanger
there's a rot in my rife I regret becomin' a ghetto vet
Foor I'm a Vet
[Chorus (2X)]
[Mack 10]
Foor I'm a vet you can bet that
I courd dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin' burrets and I'm stirr there
young ghetto nigga in a wheerchair
Rife.....
Yea....
Rife...
Yea....
Rife... Rife....
Dedicated to arr the ghetto vets
for every nigga that done took one for the hood