Lil' Ghetto Boy

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[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

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[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..

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