Текст песни Dr. Dre f Daz, Snoop Doggy Dogg - Lil` Ghetto Boy
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[Intro - Speaker] {*crowd in background*}So, all of you AfricansAll of you Africans that wanna do thangsthat`s workin for other peopleY`all need to open your own businessSave your money, quit payin motherfuckers with jheri curlsQuit payin motherfuckers with permsSave your money, start your own businessand you true Africans, will have put hundreds to workThis 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 hereto have a future I`m a dead motherfucker(You right!)[Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg]Wake up, jumped out my bedI`m in a two-man cell, with my homie Lil 1/2 DeadMurder was the case that they gave meDear God, I wonder can you save meI`m only eighteen, so I`m a young buckIt`s a riot, if I don`t scrap, I`m getting stuckBut that`s the life of a G, I guessEse`s way deep, shanked two in the chestBest, run, cause brothers is droppin quickerUghh, too late, damn, down goes another niggaBouncin off the walls, throwin them dogsGettin that rep, as a young hogIt ain`t nuttin like the street lifeYou betta be strapped wit yo` shankcause ain`t no fist fightSo I guess I gots ta handle mineSince 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 seeI am what I am it`s only me[Chorus]Lil` ghetto boy.. playin in the ghetto streetsWhatcha gonna do when you grow up.. and have to face responsibility?[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]Now I`m holdin the dove, sittin on swollTwenty-seven years old, up for parole, strollI`m back up on my feet wit my mind on the moneythat I`ll be makin soon as I touch the streetThangs done changed on this sideRemember they used to thump - but now they blast, rightBut it ain`t no thang to meCause now I`m what they call a loc`d-ass O.G.The little homies from the hood wit gripare 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-twoStraight sittin behind his backI grabbed his pockets and then I heard six capsI fell to the ground..with blood on my hands, I didn`t understandHow a nigga so young could bust a capI used to be the same way backI 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 streetsThe outcome of what I come to be[Chorus][Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]Somethin for the real O.G.`s to get witSome facts, made our made, now you runnin but I`m playedlike every single day, really doeYou know me, I`m the smooth macadamian, gamin them for my homieNo need to be uncalm if you pack rightAnd learnin just enough to keep your sack rightLate nights, I wonder what they gettin fo`Early mornin on the corners, what they hittin fo`Seven young G`s put they serve downIn a G-ride, Eastside`s where they swerve nowNot thinking about what`s really goin onGot crept on, stepped on, now they goneI spent four years in the countywit nuttin but convicts around meBut now I`m back at the PoundAnd we expose ways, for the youth to surviveSome think it`s wrong but we tend to think it`s riiightSo make all them ends you can makecause when you`re broke, you break, check it outSo ain`t no need for your mama to tripCause 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]