Letras de Canciones de Dr. Dre - Lil' Ghetto Boy (versión actual VS versión 1)

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Lil' Ghetto Boy

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Lil' Ghetto Boy

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So, all of you Africans, all of you Africans that wanna do thangs

(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, Dat Nigga Daz)

That's workin' for other people, y'all need to open your own business

Save your money, quit payin' motherfuckers with jheri curls

Quit payin' motherfuckers with perms

Save your money, start your own business

And you true Africans, will have put hundreds to work

This is our future right here, this our future right here

[Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

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

Wake up, jumped out my bed

Hung in a two man cell wit my homie Lil' 12 Dead

Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 12 Dead

Murder was the case that they gave me

Dear God, I wonder can you save me?

Dear God, I wonder can you save me

I'm only 18, so I'm a young buck

I'm only 18 so I'm a young buck

It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck

It's a ride if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck

But that's the life of a G, I guess

Ese's way deep, shanked two in they chest

Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker

Uhh too late, damn, down goes another nigga

Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another nigga

Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs

Getting a rep as a young hog

It ain't nuttin like the street life

It ain't nuttin' like the street life

Betta be strapped wit yo clip, cuz ain't no fist fight

You betta be strapped wit yo shank 'cuz ain't no fist fight

So I guess I gots ta handle mine

So I guess I gots the handle mine

Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time

Them say me grow up to be nuttin'

[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]

Look at me now what do you see

I am what I am it's only me

Lil' ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

What'cha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility?

And have to face responsibility

[Verse Two: Dr. Dre]

Now, I'm 'trolling the dove, sitting 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 making 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 loced-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?

Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do

Didn't know he had a 22

Didn't know we had a 22

Straight sitting behind his back

I grabed his pockets and then I heard six caps

I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six caps

I fell to the ground with blood on my hands

I fell to the ground wit 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 use to be the same way back

I guess that's what I get

I guess that's what I get (for what)

For trying to jack the little homies for they grip

For trying to jack them little homies for they bread

Me learn many things of

[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]

What me see from the streets

The outcome of what I come to be

Lil' ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

What'cha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility?

And have to face responsibility

Something for the real O.G.'s to get wit

[Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Some facts made our made now you wanna run and play

Like every single day, really doe, you know me

I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie

Something for the real OG's to get wit

Some facts, made our made, now you wanna run and play

Like every single day, really doe

You know me, I'm the smooth

macadamien, gaming them for my homie

No need to be uncalm if you pack right

And learning just enough to keep your sack right

And learning just enuff to keep your sack right

Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo'?

Late nights, I wonder what they getting fo'

Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo'?

Early morning on the corners, what they hitting fo'

Seven young G's but they serve down

In a jeep ride, east side what they swerve now

Not thinking about what's really going on

Got crept on, stepped on now they gone

Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone

I spent 4 years in the county wit

I spent four years in the county wit nuttin' but convicts around me

nutting 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

'Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out

So ain't no need for your mama to trip

'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta clocking your grip

'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

And now me life as you can see

[Chorus: Dat Nigga Daz]

Still an O.G. for life

And always remain to be

Lil' ghetto boy

Playing in the ghetto streets

What'cha gonna do when you grow up

And have to face responsibility?

And have to face responsibility

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