[00:00.00] 作曲 : Stephen Anderson/O'Shea Jackson/Lionel Hunt
[00:15.75]********** used to come and get me
[00:17.07]When it was time to disagree with an enemy
[00:19.47]Pass the Hennessey it gives me energy
[00:21.78]Packed the gat in the small of my back
[00:23.79]Ghetto Vet Where these bitches at
[00:25.26]I clear the whole pack
[00:27.15]Talkin' shit 'cuz
[00:28.08]I'm down for my set
[00:29.07]Ghetto Vet I'm a vet Smokin' on a wet cigarette(Who these bitches think they are?)(Wishin' on a ghetto star I represent my tar, [Incomprehensible]
[00:37.77]I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs'
[00:40.44]Cuz these
[00:40.95]Ghetto Vet Westside bitches is harder thug
[00:43.29]Enslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin'
[00:46.05]Ghetto Vet Ben Davis Shootin' at your neighbors('Cuz sometimes I feel like a nut, don't give a **** when I open ya up
[00:53.28]Hot rocks fly from the back seat
[00:55.89]Ghetto Vet And busta ass bitches run like a track mee
[00:59.31]And if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little(What?)
[01:02.55]Killer king is the hospital, feelin' numb from the bullets
[01:06.24]I humAnd when they hit, black mothers have fits,
[01:08.91]I don't give a shit
[01:09.87]Fool, I'm a vet you can bet
[01:11.79]That I could dance underwater and not get wet(Check it)
[01:15.36]It's rainin' bullets and
[01:16.53]I'm still there(Foe life)
[01:19.14]I'm still there
[01:20.01]My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass
[01:23.04]Up early in the morning takin' out the trash
[01:25.95]Feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser
[01:28.98]Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser
[01:31.41]One on the pedals the other on the handle bars(What?)
[01:34.62]Tryin' be ghetto stars they said"Are you from the Westside, is it so?"
[01:39.27]I said, "Hell yea and who wanna know?(Me)In slow mo fo', fo' slugs face down in the mudPuddle full of blood left for deadThe pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legsI meet Dr. Who, at King Drew Medical CenterAs I enter I.C.U.He said, "
[01:58.14]The bullet hit a nerve that was vital"I said, "
[02:00.87]I can't move my legs", he said,"
[02:02.67]Don't try to, now this ain't the end, my friend"("
[02:05.73]Ghetto Vet What?")"But you'll probably never walk again"I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicideAt night, I jerk and jerkBut my dick don't work, it don't even hurt(Damn)Now who'd ever thought a bitch rude as Ice CubeI be pissin' through a tubeFool, I'm a vetFool, I'm a vet you can betThat I could dance underwater and not get wet(Check it)It's rainin' bullets and I'm still thereYoung ghetto bitch in a wheelchair**** a V A they need G AGang hospital for a cripple now I'm drinkin' rippalSame corner same hood I'm still thereWith bandanas tied to my wheel chairTo all the hood rat hoes, I'm firedThey mad 'cuz my tongue get tiredNow everybody wanna put they dick on meSayin' I won't get searched by the L.A.P.D.I'm sitting on a doorway, duece fiveDependin' on that to keep my ass aliveI don't got bows but my arm's about a one-sixWith ****in' legs, lookin' like tooth picksSometimes 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' marijuanaJust to maintain nutin' to gain, nutin' to loseAnd last night I couldn't make it to the bathroomFeelin' like a two year old, you can't get a sip from the brew I piss, its the only friend to a stranger, AKA handicap gang bangerThere's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto ve

作曲 : Stephen Anderson/O'Shea Jackson/Lionel Hunt
********** 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
Ghetto Vet Where these bitches at
I clear the whole pack
Talkin' shit 'cuz
I'm down for my set
Ghetto Vet I'm a vet Smokin' on a wet cigarette(Who these bitches think they are?)(Wishin' on a ghetto star I represent my tar,
I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs'
Cuz these
Ghetto Vet Westside bitches is harder thug
Enslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin'
Ghetto Vet Ben Davis Shootin' at your neighbors('Cuz sometimes I feel like a nut, don't give a **** when I open ya up
Hot rocks fly from the back seat
Ghetto Vet And busta ass bitches run like a track mee
And if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little(What?)
Killer king is the hospital, feelin' numb from the bullets
I humAnd 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 mudPuddle full of blood left for deadThe pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legsI meet Dr. Who, at King Drew Medical CenterAs 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"("
Ghetto Vet What?")"But you'll probably never walk again"I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicideAt night, I jerk and jerkBut my dick don't work, it don't even hurt(Damn)Now who'd ever thought a bitch rude as Ice CubeI be pissin' through a tubeFool, I'm a vetFool, I'm a vet you can betThat I could dance underwater and not get wet(Check it)It's rainin' bullets and I'm still thereYoung ghetto bitch in a wheelchair**** a V A they need G AGang hospital for a cripple now I'm drinkin' rippalSame corner same hood I'm still thereWith bandanas tied to my wheel chairTo all the hood rat hoes, I'm firedThey mad 'cuz my tongue get tiredNow everybody wanna put they dick on meSayin' I won't get searched by the L.A.P.D.I'm sitting on a doorway, duece fiveDependin' on that to keep my ass aliveI don't got bows but my arm's about a one-sixWith ****in' legs, lookin' like tooth picksSometimes 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' marijuanaJust to maintain nutin' to gain, nutin' to loseAnd last night I couldn't make it to the bathroomFeelin' like a two year old, you can't get a sip from the brew I piss, its the only friend to a stranger, AKA handicap gang bangerThere's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto ve