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      Lil' Ghetto Boy

      Lil' Ghetto Boy

      Dr. Dre

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      Dr. Dre - Lil' Ghetto Boy Música y Letra

      [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]

      Dr. Dre - Lil' Ghetto Boy Música y Letra

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