Lil' Ghetto Boy (Remix) Lyrics

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

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' 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 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 Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs Getting a rep as a young hog
It ain't nuttin' like the street life You betta be strapped wit yo shank 'cuz ain't no fist fight 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' 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?
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 [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/lil-ghetto-boy-remix-lyrics-dr-dre.html ] Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what'cha wanna do? Didn't know he had a 22
Straight sitting behind his back I grabed 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 trying to jack the little homies for they grip
Me learn many things of 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?
Something for the real O.G.'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 Late nights, I wonder what they getting 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
I spent four years in the county wit nuttin' 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 hustling ass youngsta clocking your grip
And now me life as you can see 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?