[Intro]
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—so, all of you Africans
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All of you Africans that know how to do things thats working for other people
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Yall need to open your own business
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Save your money, quit paying motherfuckers for jheri curls
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Quit paying motherfuckers for perms
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Save your money, start your own business
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So all these little Africans will have wa— places to work
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This is our future right here
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This our future right here (Right there)
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This— (The new generation is goin, the new generation)
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Hey, Ima tell you right now
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If— If— If I have to die today, for this little African right here to have a future, Im a dead motherfucker (You right, respect)
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[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
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Wake up, jumped out my bed
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Im in a two man cell with my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
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Murder was the case that they gave me
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Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?
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Im only eighteen, so Im a young buck
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Its a riot, if I dont scrap, Im gettin stuck
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But thats the life of a G, I guess
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Eses way deep, shanked two in the chest
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Best run cause brothers is droppin quicker
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Uh, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
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Bouncin off the walls, throwing them dunks
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Gettin that rep as a young hog
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It aint nothin like the street life
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You better be strapped with your shank, cause aint no fist fight
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So I guess I gots to handle mine
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Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time
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[Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Donny Hathaway]
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Them say me grow up to be nothin
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Look at me now and tell me what you see
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I am what I am, its only me
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Little ghetto boy
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Playin in the ghetto street
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What you gonna do when you grow up
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And have to face responsibility?
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[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
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Now Im holdin a dub, sittin on swoll
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Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll
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Im back up on my feet with my mind on the money
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That Ill be makin soon as I touch the streets
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Things done changed on this side
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Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right
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But it aint no thang to me
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‘Cause now Im what they call a loced-assed OG
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The lil homies from the hood with grip
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Are the ones I get with cause Im down to set trip
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Nigga, Im bigger than you, so what you wanna do?
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Didnt know he had a twenty-two
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Straight sittin behind his back
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I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps
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I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
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I didnt understand
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How a nigga so young could bust a cap
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I used to be the same way back
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I guess thats what I get (For what?)
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For tryin to jack the lil homies for they grip
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[Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Donny Hathaway]
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Me learn many things from what me see from the street
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The outcome of what Ive come to be
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Little ghetto boy
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Playin in the ghetto street
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What you gonna do when you grow up
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And have to face responsibility?
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[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
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Somethin for the real OGs to get with
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Some facts, made our made, now you runnin but dont play
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Like every single day, really, though
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You know me, Im the smooth macadamien, gamin them for my homie
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No needing bein calm if you pack right
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And earnin just enough to keep your sack right
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Late nights, I wonder what they gettin for?
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Early mornin on the corners, what they hittin for?
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Seven young Gs put they serve down
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In a G ride, east sides where they swerve now
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Not thinkin about whats really goin on
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Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
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I spent four years in the county with nothin but convicts around me
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But now Im back at the Pound
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And we expose ways for the youth to survive
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Some think its wrong but we tend to think its right
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So make all them ends you can make
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‘Cause when youre broke, you break, check it out
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So aint no need for your mama to trip
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‘Cause yous a hustlin-ass youngster, clockin your grip
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[Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Donny Hathaway]
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Now me finally grown as you can see, still an OG
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For life and always remain to be
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A little ghetto boy
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Playin in the ghetto street
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What you gonna do when you grow up
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And have to face responsibility?
