So, all of you Africans, all of you Africans
That know how to do things that's workin' for other people
Y'all need to open your own business
Save your money, quit payin' motherfuckers for jheri curls
Quit payin' motherfuckers for perms
Save your money, start your own business
So these little Africans will have way-, places to work
This is our future right here
This our future right here (right there)
This (the new generation is goin', the new generation)
Hey, I'ma tell you right now, if, if, if I have to die today
For this little African right here to have a future
I'm a dead motherfucker (you right)

Wake up, jumped out my bed
I'm in a two-man cell with my homie Lil' 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young buck
It's a riot, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin' stuck
But that's the life of a G, I guess
Eses way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run 'cause brothers is droppin' quicker
Uh, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Gettin' that rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' like the street life
You better be strapped with your shank, 'cause ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time

Dem say me grow up to be nothin'
Look at me now and tell me what you see (tell me what you see)
I am what I am, it's only me
Little ghetto boy
Playin' in the ghetto street
Whatcha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility?

Now I'm holdin' a dub, sittin' on swoll
Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money
That I'll be makin' soon as I touch the streets
Things done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right
But it ain't no thang to me
'Cause now I'm what they call a loc'd-ass OG
The lil' homies from the hood with grip
Are the ones I get with 'cause I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what you wanna do?
Didn't know he had a .22
Straight sittin' behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
I didn't understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I used to be the same way back
I guess that's what I get (for what?)
For tryna jack the lil' homies for they grip

Mi learn many things from what mi see from the street
The outcome of what I've come to be
Little ghetto boy
Playin' in the ghetto street
Whatcha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility?

Somethin' for the real OGs to get with
Some facts, made our made, now you runnin' but don't play
Like every single day, really, though
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gamin' them for my homie
No need in bein' calm if you pack right
And learnin' just enough to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they gettin' for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for?
Seven young G's put they serve down
In the G ride, East side's where they swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's really goin' on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four years in the county with nothin' but convicts around me
But now I'm back at Tha Pound
And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can make
'Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustlin'-ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

And now mi finally grown as you can see (as you can see)
Still an OG, for life and always remain to be
A little ghetto boy
Playin' in the ghetto street
Whatcha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility?


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    General Commentwhat are they saying in the beginning?
    morecerealon November 07, 2006   Link
  • 0
    General CommentIf I gotta die so this little African can have a future, then I'm a dead motherfucker. Dre's rap in this one sounds so sincere and honest. I can't believe there aren't more posts.
    Egghead15229on April 10, 2007   Link
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    General CommentSnoop in the first verse says "you better be strapped with your SHANK".

    For all who don't know, it's a sharpened piece of metal or plastic for stabbing someone, usually when locked up in prison.
    bluntphilon September 23, 2007   Link
  • -1
    General CommentHere are the right lyrics from the beginning:

    [Intro - Speaker] {*crowd in background*}
    So, all of you Africans
    All of you Africans that wanna do thangs
    that's workin for other people
    Y'all need to open your own business
    Save your money, quit payin motherfuckers with jheri curls
    Quit payin motherfuckers with perms
    Save your money, start your own business
    and you true Africans, will have put hundreds to work
    This is our future right here, this out future right here
    {*applause*}
    (This some shit! The new generation is on! The new generation!)
    Hey, I'ma tell you right now..
    If if if I have to die today, for this little African right here
    to have a future I'm a dead motherfucker
    (You right!)

    [Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
    Wake up, jumped out my bed
    I'm in a two-man cell, with my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
    Murder was the case that they gave me
    Dear God, I wonder can you save me
    I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young buck
    It's a riot, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
    But that's the life of a G, I guess
    Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest
    Best, run, cause brothers is droppin quicker
    Ughh, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
    Bouncin off the walls, throwin them dogs
    Gettin that rep, as a young hog
    It ain't nuttin like the street life
    You betta be strapped wit yo' shank
    cause ain't no fist fight
    So I guess I gots ta handle mine
    Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time

    [Daz]
    Them say me grow up to be nuttin, look at me now what do you see
    I am what I am it's only me

    [Chorus]
    Lil' ghetto boy.. playin in the ghetto streets
    Whatcha gonna do when you grow up.. and have to face responsibility?

    [Verse Two: Dr. Dre]
    Now I'm holdin the dove, sittin on swoll
    Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll
    I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money
    that I'll be makin soon as I touch the street
    Thangs done changed on this side
    Remember they used to thump - but now they blast, right
    But it ain't no thang to me
    Cause now I'm what they call a loc'd-ass O.G.
    The little homies from the hood wit grip
    are the ones I get with cause I'm down to set-trip
    Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so whatchu wanna do?
    Didn't know we had a twenty-two
    Straight sittin behind his back
    I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps
    I fell to the ground..
    with blood on my hands, I didn't understand
    How a nigga so young could bust a cap
    I used to be the same way back
    I guess that's what I get (For what?)
    For tryin to jack them little homies for they grip

    [Daz]
    Me learn many things of what me see from the streets
    The outcome of what I come to be

    [Chorus]

    [Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]
    Somethin for the real O.G.'s to get wit
    Some facts, made our made, now you runnin but I'm played
    like every single day, really doe
    You know me, I'm the smooth macadamian, gamin them for my homie
    No need to be uncalm if you pack right
    And learnin just enough to keep your sack right
    Late nights, I wonder what they gettin fo'
    Early mornin on the corners, what they hittin fo'
    Seven young G's put they serve down
    In a G-ride, Eastside's where they swerve now
    Not thinking about what's really goin on
    Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
    I spent four years in the county
    wit nuttin but convicts around me
    But now I'm back at the Pound
    And we expose ways, for the youth to survive
    Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's riiight
    So make all them ends you can make
    cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
    So ain't no need for your mama to trip
    Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clockin your grip

    [Daz]
    And now me life as you can see, still an O.G.
    for life and always remain to be, a little ghetto boy..

    [Chorus]
    DesertBreezeon January 16, 2008   Link

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