So, all of you africans, all of you africans that wanna do things
That’s workin’ for other people, y’all need to open your own business
Save your money, quit payin’ muthafuckers with jheri curls
Quit payin’ muthafuckers with perms.
Save your money, start your own business
& you true africans, will have put hundreds to work
This is our future right here, this our future right here.
Hey, I’m a 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 muthafucker.
Verse 1: Snoop Dogg
Wake up, jumped out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homey Lil’ 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you save me
I’m only 18, so I’m a young buck
It’s a ride, if I don’t scrap, I’m gettin’ stuck
But that’s the life of a G, I guess
Ese’s way deep, shanked 2 in they chest
Bests run ’cause brothers is droppin’ quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
Bouncin’ off the walls, throwin’ them dogs
Gettin’ a rep as a young hog
It ain’t nuttin’ like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo clip ’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.
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.
Lil’ Ghetto Boy
Playin’ in the ghetto streets
What’cha gonna do when you grow up
& have to face responsibility.
Verse 2: Dr. Dre
Now, I’m ’trollin’ the dove, sittin’ on swoll
27 years old, off on parole, stroll
I’m back up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That I’m makin’ as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed but it’s alright
Remember they used to thump but now they blast, right
But it ain’t no thing to me
’Cause now I’m what they call a ’loc’d assed O.G.
The little homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get wit ’cause I’m down respect trip
Nigga, I’m bigger than you. So what’cha wanna do?
Didn’t know we had a 22
Straight sittin’ behind his back
I’m grab his pockets & then I heard 6 caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my hands
I didn’t understand
How a nigga so young could bust a cap
I use to be the same way back
I guess that’s what I get "For what?"
For tryin’ to jack them little homies for they bread.
Me learn many things of
What me see from the streets
The outcome of what I come to be.
Lil’ Ghetto Boy
Playin’ in the ghetto streets.
What’cha gonna do when you grow up?
& have to face responsibility.
Verse 3: Snoop Dogg
Something for the real OG’s to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run & play
Like every single day, really doe
You know me, I’m the smooth macadamien, gamin’ them for my homey
No need to be uncalm if you pack right
& learnin’ just enough to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they gettin’ fo’
Early morning on the corners. What they hittin’ fo’?
7 young G’s but they serve down
In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now
Not thinkin’ about what’s really goin’ on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit nuttin’ but convicts around me
But now I’m back at the pound
& 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 your broke, you break, check it out
So ain’t no need for your mama to trip
’Cause you’s a hustlin’ ass youngsta, clocking your grip.
& now me life as you can see
Still an OG for life
& always remain to be.
Lil’ Ghetto Boy
Playin’ in the ghetto streets.
What’cha gonna do when you grow up?
& have to face responsibility.