Lyrics

[Intro] —so, all of you Africans All of you Africans that know how to do things that's working for other people Y'all need to open your own business Save your money, quit paying motherfuckers for jheri curls Quit paying motherfuckers for perms Save your money, start your own business So all these little Africans will have wa— places to work This is our future right here This our future right here (Right there) This— (The new generation is goin', 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, respect) [Verse 1: Snoop 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 gettin' stuck But that's the life of a G, I guess Eses way deep, shanked two in the chest Best run 'cause brothers is droppin' quicker Uh, too late, damn, down goes another nigga Bouncin' off the walls, throwing them dunks Gettin' that rep as a young hog It ain't nothin' like the street life You better be strapped with your shank, '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 [Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Donny Hathaway] Them say me grow up to be nothin' Look at me now and tell me what you see I am what I am, it's only me Little ghetto boy Playin' in the ghetto street What you gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility? [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] Now I'm holdin' a dub, sittin' on swoll Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money That I'll be makin' soon as I touch the streets Things 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 loced-assed OG The lil' homies from the hood with grip Are the ones I get with 'cause I'm down to set trip Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what you wanna do? Didn't know he 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 the lil' homies for they grip [Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Donny Hathaway] Me learn many things from what me see from the street The outcome of what I've come to be Little ghetto boy Playin' in the ghetto street What you gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility? [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] Somethin' for the real OGs to get with Some facts, made our made, now you runnin' but don't play Like every single day, really, though You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gamin' them for my homie No needing bein' calm if you pack right And earnin' just enough to keep your sack right Late nights, I wonder what they gettin' for? Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for? Seven young G's put they serve down In a G ride, east side's where they swerve now Not thinkin' about what's really goin' on Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone I spent four years in the county with nothin' 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 right 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 hustlin'-ass youngster, clockin' your grip [Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Donny Hathaway] Now me finally grown as you can see, still an OG For life and always remain to be A little ghetto boy Playin' in the ghetto street What you gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility?