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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Dr.Dre]Lil' Ghetto Boy |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
[Intro - Speaker] {*crowd in background*} So, all of you Africans ±×·¯´Ï, ¸ðµç ÈæÀεé All of you Africans that wanna do thangs ¹º°¡ ÇÏ°í ½ÍÀº, ±×¸®°í ´Ù¸¥ »ç¶÷ that's workin for other people ¾Æ·¡¼ ÀÏÇÏ´Â ¸ðµç ÈæÀεé Y'all need to open your own business »¡¸® Àڱ⸸ÀÇ »ç¾÷À» ¿¾î¼ Save your money, quit payin motherfuckers with jheri curls µ·À» ¹ú°í, ´Ù¸¥ ÀÚ½Äµé µ· ¹ú¸®´Â ÀÏÀº ±×¸¸µÖ¾ßÇØ Quit payin motherfuckers with perms ±×³ðµé ÆÄ¸¶ÇÏ´Â °Å µµ¿ÍÁÖ´Â ²ÃÀÌ¾ß Save your money, start your own business µ·À» Àú±ÝÇϰí, ºñÁî´Ï½º¸¦ ½ÃÀÛÇØ and you true Africans, will have put hundreds to work ´ç½Å °°Àº ÁøÁ¤ÇÑ ÈæÀεé, ¼ö¹é¸íÀÌ ¸ð¿© ÀÏÀ» ÇϰÚÁö This is our future right here, this out future right here ÀÌ°Ô ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¹Ì·¡, ÀÌ°Ô ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¹Ì·¡ {*applause*} (This some shit! The new generation is on! The new generation!) (ÀÌ°Ç Á¤¸» ¸ÚÁø°Å¾ß! »õ·Î¿î ½Ã´ë°¡ ¿·Á! »õ·Î¿î ½Ã´ë!) Hey, I'ma tell you right now.. Hey, ÀÌÁ¦ ¸»ÇØÁÙ°Ô.. If if if I have to die today, for this little African right here ¸¸¾à ¸¸¾à ¿©±â ÈæÀÎÀÌ ³»°¡ Á×¾î¼ ¹àÀº ¹Ì·¡¸¦ to have a future I'm a dead motherfucker °¡Áú ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù¸é ³ ÀÌ¹Ì Á×Àº ¸ñ¼û (You right!) (¹Ù·Î ¸Â¾Ò¾î!) [Verse One: Snoop Doggy Dogg] Wake up, jumped out my bed ÀϾ, ħ´ë¿¡¼ ¶ÙÃijª¿ÔÁö I'm in a two-man cell, with my homie Lil 1/2 Dead ¿©±ä 2ÀÎ¿ë °¨¹æ, ³» Ä£±¸ Lil 1/2 Dead¿Í ÀÖ¾î Murder was the case that they gave me ±×µéÀº ³¯ »ìÀÎÀÚ¶ó°í ÇßÁö Dear God, I wonder can you save me ½ÅÀÌ ³¯ ±¸ÇØÁÙ ¼ö ÀÖÀ»·±Áö I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young buck ¾ÆÁ÷ ³ 18»ì, Áï ¾î¸° ³à¼® It's a riot, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck ÀÌ°Ç Çõ¸í, ½Î¿ìÁö ¾ÊÀ¸¸é, ÇÑ °÷¿¡ ÃĹÚÇô But that's the life of a G, I guess ±×°Ô °»½ºÅÍÀÇ »îÀ̰ÚÁö, ¹¹ Ese's way deep, shanked two in the chest Á¤¸» ±íÀÌ µé¾î¿Ô¾î, °¡½¿¿¡µµ µÎ ¹ß ¸Â¾Ò¾úÁö Best, run, cause brothers is droppin quicker µµ¸ÁÄ¡´Â°Ô ÁÁ¾Æ, ¸ðµÎµé »¡¸® ¾²·¯Áö´Ï±î Ughh, too late, damn, down goes another nigga ¾î, ³Ê¹« ´Ê¾ú¾î, ¶Ç ÇÑ ¸íÀÌ Á×¾ú±º Bouncin off the walls, throwin them dogs °í³¿¡¼ ¹þ¾î³ª, ±×µéÀ» Á¦³¢°í Gettin that rep, as a young hog ÆòÆÇÀ» ¾ò¾î, ÁÖ¸ñÇÒ¸¸ÇÑ ³à¼®À¸·Î It ain't nuttin like the street life °Å¸®ÀÇ »î°ú´Â ¿ÏÀüÈ÷ ´Þ¶ó You betta be strapped wit yo' shank ³Êµµ ¹«ÀåÇÏ´Â °ÍÀÌ ÁÁ¾Æ cause ain't no fist fight ÁָԽοòÀº ¾øÀ¸´Ï±î So I guess I gots ta handle mine ³ªµµ ³» ÀÏÀ» ÇØ°áÇØ¾ßÇØ Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my time ¹üÁ˸¦ ÀúÁö¸¥¸¸Å, ³ °¨¿Á¿¡ ÀÖ¾î¾ßÇØ [Daz] Them say me grow up to be nuttin, look at me now what do you see ¸ðµÎ ¿ì¸®°¡ Ä¿¼ ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ µÇÁö ¾ÊÀ»°Å¶ó Çϴµ¥, ³¯ ºÁºÁ ¾î¶§ I am what I am it's only me ³ ³ª¾ß, ±×Àú ³ªÀÏ»Ó [Chorus] Lil' ghetto boy.. playin in the ghetto streets ¾î¸° °ÔÅäÀÇ ¼Ò³â.. °ÔÅäÀÇ °Å¸®¿¡¼ ³ë³× Whatcha gonna do when you grow up.. and have to face responsibility? ³ªÀ̰¡ µé¾î Ã¥ÀÓ°¨ÀÌ ÇÊ¿äÇÒ ¶©... ¾î¶»°Ô ÇÒ°Å´Ï? [Verse Two: Dr. Dre] Now I'm holdin the dove, sittin on swoll Áö±Ý ³ ¿©±â ¾É¾Æ, ºñµÑ±â¸¦ Àâ°í ÀÖ¾î Twenty-seven years old, up for parole, stroll 27»ì ¸ÔÀº, °æÂû¿¡°Ô Âѱâ´Â ½Å¼¼ I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the money ´Ù½Ã µ·À» »ý°¢Çϸç ÀϾ¾î that I'll be makin soon as I touch the street °Å¸®¿¡ ³ª°¡´Â Áï½Ã ¹ú ¼ö ÀÖ°ÚÁö Thangs done changed on this side ÀÌÂÊ¿¡¼± ¸¹Àº°Ô º¯Çß¾î Remember they used to thump - but now they blast, right ±×Àú ÁÖ¸ÔÀ» Èֵθ¦ »Ó - ÀÌÁ¦ »ç¶÷µéÀº ÃÑÀ» ½÷ But it ain't no thang to me ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³»°Õ ¾Æ¹«°Íµµ ¾Æ´ÏÁö Cause now I'm what they call a loc'd-ass O.G. ³»°¡ ¹Ù·Î »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ¸»ÇÏ´Â ¹ÌÄ£ °»½ºÅʹϱî The little homies from the hood wit grip ÆÄ¿ö°¡ ÀÖ´Â, °ÔÅä¿¡¼ ¿Â ²¿¸ÍÀÌ are the ones I get with cause I'm down to set-trip ±×°Ô ³» Ä£±¸µé, ³ Å©°Ô ³î°Åµç Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so whatchu wanna do? ³Ê³×º¸´Ù ´õ °Å¹°ÀÌÁö, ¹» ÇÏ°í ½Í¾î? Didn't know we had a twenty-two ¿ì¸®¿¡°Ô 22ÀÎÄ¡ ŸÀ̾ ÀÖ´ÂÁö ¸ô¶úÁö Straight sittin behind his back ±×ÀÇ µî µÚ¿¡ ¶È¹Ù·Î ¼ I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps ÁָӴϸ¦ Àâ¾ÒÀ»¶§ ¿©¼¸ ¹ßÀÇ ÃѼºÀÌ µé·ÈÁö I fell to the ground.. ¶¥¿¡ ¾²·¯Á®.. with blood on my hands, I didn't understand ¼Õ¿¡´Â Çǰ¡ ¹¯¾îÀÖ³×, ÀÌÇØ ¸øÇϰھî How a nigga so young could bust a cap ¾î¶»°Ô ±×·± ¾î¸° ³ðÀÌ ÃÑÀ» ½ð°ÅÁö I used to be the same way back ¹°·Ð ³ªµµ ¿¹Àü¿¡ ±×·¨Áö I guess that's what I get (For what?) ¾Æ¹«·¡µµ ÀÌ°Ô ³»°¡ ¹Þ´Â ´ë°¡ (¹¹ ¶§¹®¿¡?) For tryin to jack them little homies for they grip »ì±â À§ÇØ ´Ù¸¥ ¾î¸° ³ðµéÀ» °ø°ÝÇÑ °Í [Daz] Me learn many things of what me see from the streets °Å¸®¿¡¼ º¸¸é¼ ¸¹Àº °ÍµéÀ» ¹è¿üÁö The outcome of what I come to be ±× °á°ú°¡ Áö±ÝÀÇ ³ª [Chorus] [Verse Three: Snoop Doggy Dogg] Somethin for the real O.G.'s to get wit ÁøÂ¥ °»½ºÅͰ¡ ¾î¿ï¸±¸¸ÇÑ °Í Some facts, made our made, now you runnin but I'm played ¸î¸î »ç½ÇÀº, ¿ì¸± ÀÌ·¸°Ô ¸¸µé¾î, Áö±Ý µµ¸ÁÄ¡°í ÀÖÁö¸¸ ³ like every single day, really doe ÀÌ°Ô ÀÏ»óÀ̾ß, ÁøÂ¥¾ß You know me, I'm the smooth macadamian, gamin them for my homie ³¯ ¾ËÀݾÆ, ±ò²ûÇÑ ³à¼®, ³ðµéÀº ³ªÀÇ »ç³É°¨ No need to be uncalm if you pack right Á¦´ë·Î¸¸ ÇÏ¸é ±äÀåÇÒ ÇÊ¿ä ¾ø¾î And learnin just enough to keep your sack right ¶Ç ±×·¯±â À§Çؼ± ÃæºÐÈ÷ ¹è¿ö¾ßÁö Late nights, I wonder what they gettin fo' ´ÊÀº¹ã, ÀúµéÀÌ ¾îµð·Î °¡´ÂÁö ±Ã±ÝÇØ Early mornin on the corners, what they hittin fo' À̸¥ ¾ÆÄ§ ±¸¼®¿¡¼±, ¿Ö ¶Ç ½Î¿ì´Âµ¥ Seven young G's put they serve down 7¸íÀÇ ¾î¸° °»½ºÅ͵éÀÇ ½Î¿ò In a G-ride, Eastside's where they swerve now ±×µéÀÌ ¾²·¯Áö´Â ¿©±ä µ¿ºÎ Not thinking about what's really goin on ¹«½¼ ÀÏÀÌ ÀϾ´Â °Ç°¡´Â »ý°¢ ¾È ÇØºÃ¾î Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone ¼û°í, ±×·¯´Ù ¹âÈ÷°í, ÀÌÁ¨ »ç¶óÁ® I spent four years in the county ³ ¿©±â¼ 4³âÀ» º¸³ÂÁö wit nuttin but convicts around me ÁÖÀ§¿£ ¿ÂÅë ¿µÀå »Ó But now I'm back at the Pound ÀÌÁ¦ Pound¿¡ µ¹¾Æ¿Ô¾î And we expose ways, for the youth to survive ±×¸®°í ÀþÀºÀ̵鿡°Ô »ýÁ¸ºñ°áÀ» ¾Ë·ÁÁÖ³× Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's riiight ¸î¸îÀº Ʋ·È´Ù ¸»ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¿ì¸° ¸Â´Ù°í »ý°¢ÇØ So make all them ends you can make ±×·¯´Ï µÇ´Â´ë·Î ¼öÁö¸¦ ¸ÂÃç cause when you're broke, you break, check it out °¡³Çϸé, ¹«³ÊÁö´Â °Í, Àß ºÁºÁ So ain't no need for your mama to trip ³× ¾ö¸¶µµ Èûµé¾îÇÒ Çʿ䵵 ¾øµµ·Ï ¸»¾ß Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clockin your grip ³Í ¸¶¾àÀ» ÆÄ´Â ¾î¸° ³ð, ¿µ¿ªÀ» ³ÐÈ÷·ÁÇϰí ÀÖÁö [Daz] And now me life as you can see, still an O.G. ±×·¡ ³» »îÀº, ³Êµµ º¸´Ù½ÃÇÇ, ¾ÆÁ÷ °»½ºÅÍ for life and always remain to be, a little ghetto boy.. ¿µ¿øÈ÷ ÀÌ·¸°Ô ³²°ÚÁö, ¾î¸° °ÔÅäÀÇ ¼Ò³â.. 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