lil' ghetto boy
Snoop Dogg 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

The lyrics of Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre's song "Lil' Ghetto Boy" tell the story of growing up in the impoverished inner city and the struggle to make a better future for oneself. The song urges young African Americans to open their own businesses and invest in their futures to provide employment opportunities for future generations. The lyrics also highlight the harsh realities of street life and the consequences that come with it. Snoop discusses his time in prison, the violence and danger that permeates the streets, and the pressure to make a living by any means necessary. The song concludes with a sense of hopefulness and a desire for a better future.


Line by Line Meaning

So, all of you Africans, all of you Africans
Addressing all African American people


That know how to do things that's workin' for other people
Who are skilled laborers working for others


Y'all need to open your own business
Start your own business


Quit payin' motherfuckers for jheri curls
Stop spending money on unnecessary things like hair treatments


Quit payin' motherfuckers for perms
Stop spending money on unnecessary things like hair treatments


Save your money, start your own business
Invest your money into starting your own business


So these little Africans will have way-, places to work
To provide employment opportunities for the younger generation of African Americans


This is our future right here
Investing in our own community is crucial for our future


This our future right here (right there)
Our future is in our own hands


This (the new generation is goin', the new generation)
The younger generation has the potential to make a change


Hey, I'ma tell you right now, if, if, if I have to die today
Willing to sacrifice everything for the younger generation


For this little African right here to have a future
To secure a better future for younger African Americans


I'm a dead motherfucker (you right)
Refusing to let the younger generation repeat the same mistakes


Wake up, jumped out my bed
Waking up in prison


I'm in a two-man cell with my homie Lil' 1/2 Dead
Currently in a small prison cell with a fellow inmate


Murder was the case that they gave me
Being falsely accused of murder


Dear God, I wonder, can you save me?
Questioning if a higher power can provide a breakthrough


I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young buck
Being young and naive


It's a riot, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin' stuck
Violence is a common occurrence in prison, one must fight to survive


But that's the life of a G, I guess
Living a thug life is the hand they've been dealt with


Eses way deep, shanked two in the chest
Gang war is common, and violence is a way of life


Best run 'cause brothers is droppin' quicker
The mortality rate in prison is high


Uh, too late, damn, down goes another nigga
People are dying left and right, with no end in sight


Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Going crazy in confinement


Gettin' that rep as a young hog
Building a reputation as a tough inmate


It ain't nothin' like the street life
Prison is just like the streets, violent and dangerous


You better be strapped with your shank, 'cause ain't no fist fight
To survive, one must always be prepared for violence


So I guess I gots to handle mine
Having to fight and defend oneself


Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time
Serving time for the wrongs one has done


Dem say me grow up to be nothin'
Having low expectations set by others


Look at me now and tell me what you see (tell me what you see)
Proving others wrong and succeeding despite the odds


I am what I am, it's only me
Being true to oneself and not letting others define you


Little ghetto boy
Growing up in the ghetto and facing struggles


Playin' in the ghetto street
Growing up in a dangerous and rough neighborhood


Whatcha gonna do when you grow up
What will be done to ensure success and avoid the pitfalls of the neighborhood


And have to face responsibility?
Taking on adult responsibilities and being accountable for their actions


Now I'm holdin' a dub, sittin' on swoll
Having money and looking physically fit


Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll
Serving a long sentence and being up for parole


I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money
Focused on making money and getting back on track


That I'll be makin' soon as I touch the streets
Eager to start making money again once out of prison


Things done changed on this side
The world has changed while they were in prison


Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right
Violence has escalated and guns are now the weapon of choice


But it ain't no thang to me
Violence is something they're used to


'Cause now I'm what they call a loc'd-ass OG
Now considered a true gangster


The lil' homies from the hood with grip
The younger gang members who are still in the neighborhood


Are the ones I get with 'cause I'm down to set trip
Choosing to align oneself with younger gang members to continue the gang life


Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what you wanna do?
Asserting dominance as an OG in the gang


Didn't know he had a .22
Getting caught off guard in a violent situation


Straight sittin' behind his back
Sneakily positioning oneself behind a target


I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps
Robbing and shooting a target


I fell to the ground with blood on my hands
The violent act has come at a cost, with blood on their hands


I didn't understand
Unclear on the repercussions of such violence


How a nigga so young could bust a cap
Surprised by the young age of the target


I used to be the same way back
Having a realization and reflection that they were once like that


I guess that's what I get (for what?)
Feeling as if the violent acts they committed has come back to haunt them


For tryna jack the lil' homies for they grip
Robbing younger gang members for money


Mi learn many things from what mi see from the street
Learning important lessons through personal experiences on the street


The outcome of what I've come to be
The result of a life committed to the gang life


Somethin' for the real OGs to get with
Advice for other OGs in the gang


Some facts, made our made, now you runnin' but don't play
The cold, hard truth about the gang life


Like every single day, really, though
An everyday reality for those in the gang life


You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gamin' them for my homie
Being smooth and intelligent in dealing with others for the benefit of the gang


No need in bein' calm if you pack right
Being prepared for any situation with the right equipment


And learnin' just enough to keep your sack right
Knowing just enough to maintain their stash of drugs


Late nights, I wonder what they gettin' for?
Questioning the reasons behind the illegal activity they partake in


Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for?
Wondering what young gang members are doing out so early in the morning


Seven young G's put they serve down
Seven younger members of the gang have decided to stop serving


In the G ride, East side's where they swerve now
The remaining members now ride around in a car and operate from the East side


Not thinkin' about what's really goin' on
Not understanding the reality of the gang life


Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone
The dangers of leaving the gang life behind


I spent four years in the county with nothin' but convicts around me
Having served a long sentence with no real change or rehabilitation


But now I'm back at Tha Pound
Being back in the neighborhood


And we expose ways for the youth to survive
Teaching the younger generation how to survive in the harsh realities of the neighborhood


Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
Some may disagree with their methods but they believe it's necessary for survival


So make all them ends you can make
Encouraging others to make as much money as possible


'Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out
Urging people to avoid the risks of poverty


So ain't no need for your mama to trip
Assuring mothers that their children are surviving and thriving in the neighborhood


'Cause you's a hustlin'-ass youngsta, clockin' your grip
Praising the younger generation for their hustle to make money


And now mi finally grown as you can see (as you can see)
Growing older and wiser with age and experience


Still an OG, for life and always remain to be
Proud of their status as an OG and continuing to uphold the gang life


A little ghetto boy
Growing up in a dangerous and impoverished neighborhood, still facing struggles




Lyrics ยฉ 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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@moisesmartinez4458

Wake up jump out my bed I'm a two men cell,damn real shit I was 16 when this song came out and I was out of control so I listened to this and think how I'm still alive thank you Lord

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Slidin wit dat bih

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@marvinmcgrath1578

When you broke you break. . That line tho

@TampaAries

Young Snoop was untouchable!

@ryangordon133

In my opinion this is Snoops best verses ever.

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