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Letra actual de la canción
Intro - Speaker] <br />{*crowd in background*}<br />So, all of you Africans<br />All of you Africans that wanna do thangs<br />that's workin for other people<br />Y'all need to open your own business<br />Save your money, quit payin motherfuckers with jheri curls<br />Quit payin motherfuckers with perms<br />Save your money, start your own business<br />and you true Africans, will have put hundreds to work<br />This is our future right here, this out future right here<br />{*applause*}<br />(This some shit! The new generation is on! The new generation!)<br />Hey, I'ma tell you right now..<br />If if if I have to die today, for this little African right here<br />to have a future I'm a dead motherfucker<br />(You right!)<br /><br />[Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg]<br />Wake up, jumped out my bed<br />I'm in a two-man cell, with my homie Lil 1/2 Dead<br />Murder was the case that they gave me<br />Dear God, I wonder can you save me<br />I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young buck<br />It's a riot, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck<br />But that's the life of a G, I guess<br />Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest<br />Best, run, cause brothers is droppin quicker<br />Ughh, too late, damn, down goes another nigga<br />Bouncin off the walls, throwin them dogs<br />Gettin that rep, as a young hog<br />It ain't nuttin like the street life<br />You betta be strapped wit yo' shank<br />cause ain't no fist fight<br />So I guess I gots ta handle mine<br />Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time<br /><br />[Daz]<br />Them say me grow up to be nuttin, look at me now what do you see<br />I am what I am it's only me<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />Lil' ghetto boy.. playin in the ghetto streets<br />Whatcha gonna do when you grow up.. and have to face responsibility?<br /><br />[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]<br />Now I'm holdin the dove, sittin on swoll<br />Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll<br />I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money<br />that I'll be makin soon as I touch the street<br />Thangs done changed on this side<br />Remember they used to thump - but now they blast, right<br />But it ain't no thang to me<br />Cause now I'm what they call a loc'd-ass O.G.<br />The little homies from the hood wit grip<br />are the ones I get with cause I'm down to set-trip <br />Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so whatchu wanna do?<br />Didn't know we had a twenty-two<br />Straight sittin behind his back<br />I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps<br />I fell to the ground..<br />with blood on my hands, I didn't understand<br />How a nigga so young could bust a cap<br />I used to be the same way back<br />I guess that's what I get (For what?)<br />For tryin to jack them little homies for they grip<br /><br />[Daz]<br />Me learn many things of what me see from the streets<br />The outcome of what I come to be<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]<br />Somethin for the real O.G.'s to get wit<br />Some facts, made our made, now you runnin but I'm played<br />like every single day, really doe<br />You know me, I'm the smooth macadamian, gamin them for my homie<br />No need to be uncalm if you pack right<br />And learnin just enough to keep your sack right<br />Late nights, I wonder what they gettin fo'<br />Early mornin on the corners, what they hittin fo'<br />Seven young G's put they serve down<br />In a G-ride, Eastside's where they swerve now<br />Not thinking about what's really goin on<br />Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone<br />I spent four years in the county<br />wit nuttin but convicts around me<br />But now I'm back at the Pound<br />And we expose ways, for the youth to survive<br />Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's riiight<br />So make all them ends you can make<br />cause when you're broke, you break, check it out<br />So ain't no need for your mama to trip<br />Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clockin your grip<br /><br />[Daz]<br />And now me life as you can see, still an O.G.<br />for life and always remain to be, a little ghetto boy..<br /><br />[Chorus]
Letra nueva de la canción
Intro - Speaker] <br />{*crowd in background*}<br />So, all of you Africans<br />All of you Africans that wanna do thangs<br />that's workin for other people<br />Y'all need to open your own business<br />Save your money, quit payin motherfuckers with jheri curls<br />Quit payin motherfuckers with perms<br />Save your money, start your own business<br />and you true Africans, will have put hundreds to work<br />This is our future right here, this out future right here<br />{*applause*}<br />(This some shit! The new generation is on! The new generation!)<br />Hey, I'ma tell you right now..<br />If if if I have to die today, for this little African right here<br />to have a future I'm a dead motherfucker<br />(You right!)<br /><br />[Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg]<br />Wake up, jumped out my bed<br />I'm in a two-man cell, with my homie Lil 1/2 Dead<br />Murder was the case that they gave me<br />Dear God, I wonder can you save me<br />I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young buck<br />It's a riot, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck<br />But that's the life of a G, I guess<br />Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest<br />Best, run, cause brothers is droppin quicker<br />Ughh, too late, damn, down goes another nigga<br />Bouncin off the walls, throwin them dogs<br />Gettin that rep, as a young hog<br />It ain't nuttin like the street life<br />You betta be strapped wit yo' shank<br />cause ain't no fist fight<br />So I guess I gots ta handle mine<br />Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time<br /><br />[Daz]<br />Them say me grow up to be nuttin, look at me now what do you see<br />I am what I am it's only me<br /><br />[Chorus]<br />Lil' ghetto boy.. playin in the ghetto streets<br />Whatcha gonna do when you grow up.. and have to face responsibility?<br /><br />[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]<br />Now I'm holdin the dove, sittin on swoll<br />Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll<br />I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money<br />that I'll be makin soon as I touch the street<br />Thangs done changed on this side<br />Remember they used to thump - but now they blast, right<br />But it ain't no thang to me<br />Cause now I'm what they call a loc'd-ass O.G.<br />The little homies from the hood wit grip<br />are the ones I get with cause I'm down to set-trip <br />Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so whatchu wanna do?<br />Didn't know we had a twenty-two<br />Straight sittin behind his back<br />I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps<br />I fell to the ground..<br />with blood on my hands, I didn't understand<br />How a nigga so young could bust a cap<br />I used to be the same way back<br />I guess that's what I get (For what?)<br />For tryin to jack them little homies for they grip<br /><br />[Daz]<br />Me learn many things of what me see from the streets<br />The outcome of what I come to be<br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br />[Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]<br />Somethin for the real O.G.'s to get wit<br />Some facts, made our made, now you runnin but I'm played<br />like every single day, really doe<br />You know me, I'm the smooth macadamian, gamin them for my homie<br />No need to be uncalm if you pack right<br />And learnin just enough to keep your sack right<br />Late nights, I wonder what they gettin fo'<br />Early mornin on the corners, what they hittin fo'<br />Seven young G's put they serve down<br />In a G-ride, Eastside's where they swerve now<br />Not thinking about what's really goin on<br />Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone<br />I spent four years in the county<br />wit nuttin but convicts around me<br />But now I'm back at the Pound<br />And we expose ways, for the youth to survive<br />Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's riiight<br />So make all them ends you can make<br />cause when you're broke, you break, check it out<br />So ain't no need for your mama to trip<br />Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clockin your grip<br /><br />[Daz]<br />And now me life as you can see, still an O.G.<br />for life and always remain to be, a little ghetto boy..<br /><br />[Chorus]
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