Boy
Dr. Know Lyrics


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So, all of you Africans, all of you Africans
That know how to do things that's workin' for other people
Y'all need to open your own business
Save your money, quit payin' motherfuckers for jheri curls
Quit payin' motherfuckers for perms
Save your money, start your own business
So these little Africans will have way-, 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)

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, throwin' them dogs
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

Dem say me grow up to be nothin'
Look at me now and tell me what you see (tell me what you see)
I am what I am, it's only me
Little ghetto boy
Playin' in the ghetto street
Whatcha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility?

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 loc'd-ass 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 .22
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 tryna jack the lil' homies for they grip

Mi learn many things from what mi see from the street
The outcome of what I've come to be
Little ghetto boy
Playin' in the ghetto street
Whatcha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility?

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 need in bein' calm if you pack right
And learnin' 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 the 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 Tha 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 youngsta, clockin' your grip

And now mi finally grown as you can see (as you can see)
Still an OG, for life and always remain to be
A little ghetto boy
Playin' in the ghetto street




Whatcha gonna do when you grow up
And have to face responsibility?

Overall Meaning

Dr. Know's 'Boy' is a song that speaks on the experience of growing up in the ghetto, the struggles and dangers that come along with it, and the importance of working towards a better future. The opening lines of the song urge Africans to open their own businesses and save their money instead of paying others for services like jheri curls and perms. Dr. Know is urging the African community to build their own future and create jobs for the younger generations. He emphasizes that if he had to die for a young African to have a better future, he would willingly do it.


The next verse paints the picture of the life of a young gangster. Dr. Know narrates a story of a young man in prison for murder and only eighteen years old. It is a life where violence is a norm, and survival is only possible with a shank or a gun. The song implies that life in the ghetto often leads young men to become involved in crime, and the consequences of their actions can land them behind bars.


The final verse talks about growth and reflection. Dr. Know speaks about his personal growth, having spent time in the county with nothing but convicts around him. He acknowledges that the life of a hustler is not easy, but it's essential to make ends meet when times are hard. The song advises young people to make all the money they can and work hard. The final line of the song provides food for thought, asking, "whatcha gonna do when you grow up and have to face responsibility?" implying that the ghetto life is not the end game.


Line by Line Meaning

So, all of you Africans, all of you Africans That know how to do things that's workin' for other people Y'all need to open your own business Save your money, quit payin' motherfuckers for jheri curls Quit payin' motherfuckers for perms Save your money, start your own business So these little Africans will have way-, 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)
It is important for Africans who have the skills and knowledge to work for others to instead open their own businesses, saving money and not relying on others for their haircare needs. By doing so, Africans can create more job opportunities for future generations. This is a crucial step towards securing a better future for the African community.


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)
The singer passionately declares their willingness to sacrifice their own life if it means ensuring a bright future for the younger generation of Africans. They are fully committed to fighting for the betterment of their community, even if it means giving up their own life.


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?
The singer describes waking up in a prison cell alongside their friend. They reflect on the serious charge of murder they are facing and express their uncertainty about whether or not they can be saved from their predicament, seeking help from a higher power.


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, throwin' them dogs 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"
The artist acknowledges their youth as they face the violent and dangerous realities of gang life. They describe engaging in fights to survive and witnessing the loss of lives around them. They embrace their reputation as a young member of a gang and emphasize the necessity of being armed to protect oneself, as there are no fair fights in the streets. Despite the challenges they face, the artist accepts that they must take personal responsibility for the crimes they have committed and serve their sentence.


Dem say me grow up to be nothin' Look at me now and tell me what you see (tell me what you see) I am what I am, it's only me Little ghetto boy Playin' in the ghetto street Whatcha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility?
The artist recalls hearing people doubt their future potential, but challenges them to look at their current situation and see that they have become something more. They embrace their identity as a little ghetto boy playing in the tough streets, questioning what awaits them as they grow up and must confront their responsibilities.


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
The singer explains that they are now in possession of a twenty-dollar bill and feel financially comfortable. At the age of twenty-seven, they are eligible for parole and ready to get back on their feet. Their main focus is the pursuit of money, as they plan to make it as soon as they are released and back in 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 loc'd-ass OG
The singer acknowledges that things have significantly shifted in their environment, transitioning from physical altercations (thumping) to more deadly acts of violence (blasting). However, they assert that these changes do not faze them because they have become a respected and feared original gangster.


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 .22 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 tryna jack the lil' homies for they grip
The artist explains how they associate with younger individuals from their neighborhood who are involved in criminal activities. They boast about their status and willingness to engage in confrontations. However, they share a story of encountering a young person carrying a concealed .22 caliber gun. In an attempt to rob him, the artist is surprised when the young person opens fire, resulting in the artist getting shot. They reflect on their own past of engaging in similar actions and understand that their present misfortune is the consequence of their past behavior.


Mi learn many things from what mi see from the street The outcome of what I've come to be Little ghetto boy Playin' in the ghetto street Whatcha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility?
The artist reveals that they have learned valuable lessons from their observations and experiences in the streets. They acknowledge that their current situation is a result of the choices they have made. As a little ghetto boy playing in the tough streets, they question what lies ahead in terms of facing responsibilities as they grow older.


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 need in bein' calm if you pack right And learnin' 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 the 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 Tha 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 youngsta, clockin' your grip
This verse is a reflection of the artist's experiences and teachings for real original gangsters. They emphasize the importance of understanding the true nature of their actions and avoiding unnecessary risks. The artist discusses the nightlife activities and wonders what motivates people to engage in illicit behaviors early in the morning. They recount a story of seven young gangsters who decided to put an end to their criminal activities but tragically lost their lives. The artist shares their own experience of spending time in prison, surrounded by criminals. Now back in the neighborhood, they work to provide opportunities for the youth to survive and thrive, even though some may view it as wrong. They encourage making as much money as possible, as poverty can lead to unfavorable circumstances. Lastly, they reassure that there is no need for mothers to worry, as the artist is a hustling young person making money.


And now mi finally grown as you can see (as you can see) Still an OG, for life and always remain to be A little ghetto boy Playin' in the ghetto street Whatcha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility?
The singer asserts that they have now reached a level of maturity, still maintaining their position as an OG (original gangster) and intending to remain one for life. They reflect on their past as a little ghetto boy playing on the tough streets and question what lies ahead when they have to take on greater responsibilities as they grow older.




Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Andre Young, Calvin Broadus, Delmar Drew Arnaud, Ricardo Emmanuel Brown, Tracy Lynn Curry

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@00Fiddlesticks00

that thumbs down fucked up

@adrianmsilva

@MegaBeerMe Same here dude, shit is fucking sick. idk about you but i first heard this shit on the "It Came From Slimy Valley" comp.

@adrianmsilva

@Gorefreak1991 it's a great one, although i think they didnt put Circle one on the track list even though they are on it

@marcosalinas1442

Does anyone know the lyrics to this song

@if420blzit

Marco Salinas i might have it should be on the lil paper thing this cd comes with ill post as a comment as soon as i check it

@SN-sk8co

@@if420blzit Bro any luck with those lyrics?

@pogopope

@@SN-sk8co the oblong box is carried, down the darkened corridor, small flames from red candles barely illuminate the mausoleum door
a child is laid to resting, in a crevice of niter and stone, a mother falls to her knee's, in fear of being alone
depraved packs of dogs, hunt their bones at night, possessed by some perversion, their eyes make their own light
white from the grip of death, he rises to bark like a dog, together they romp, through the darkness, robbing the graves of those who they love
defying the laws of the centuries, resisting social gravity, they weaken, in the morning light, and turn to a pile of ashes
depraved packs of dogs, hunt their bones at night, possessed by some perversion, their eyes make their own light
depraved packs of dogs, hunt their bones at night, possessed by some perversion, their eyes make their own light
white from the grip of death, he rises to bark like a dog, together they romp, through the darkness, robbing the graves of those who they love
defying the laws of the centuries, resisting social gravity, they weaken, in the morning light, and turn to a pile of ashes
depraved packs of dogs, hunt their bones at night, possessed by some perversion, their eyes make their own light

@charlesvan13

@@SN-sk8co
I think I found the lyrics online.
It's about about a werewolf.

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