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We've found 78 lyrics, 37 artists, and 100 albums matching ghetto booty by goldfinger:



me, baby, and I was doin? my duty
She was a helluva cutie
(Why)
Because she had a ghetto booty

Me, Rick and Ron was coolin? at the party
Pushed up
and the ghetto queen comin' up the main
Switchin' four lanes, to the airplane
Sky high we fly when we roll by
On the down low, doin' my thang man

[Chorus]
of me
Playin' strip poker, sippin' Cristi'
I grip your shoulders, you sqeeze the sheets
I'm admirin' your heart shaped booty
Nothin' in your oven,
they know it's sunshine
They see the ghetto booty and they know it's lunchtime
Gourmet cuisine got 'em actin' silly
He ain't even fuck, I only let him
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say 'What it is'
You scream 'What it ain't'

(Battle zone, Goodie)
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say 'What it is'
You scream 'What it ain't'

(Battle zone, Goodie)
fuckin cent that you could buy at the mall 

I'm a long distance super-power, pussy-magnet 

I was born in the ghetto, made by the ghetto 

so fabulous!
[Virtual Vicky]
Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say: "What it is."
You scream: "What it ain't."
Hoochie hoodrat needs home training
Ghetto-ass always complaining
Tryin' to clown in front of my friends
By the way, bitch, can I get those ends?
Fuck
lived in the ghetto)...or the projects 



But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs, and I wrecks havoc 



And if you try to play me I won't have it
the sound of the ghetto
Arrive down here, be darker than the cattle
Oh no, nigga watch your nose
'Cause you'll get hit by hoes that spit flows and prose
is drippin be	
I ain't no flapjack, don't bother flippin me
I stick to this, so say this while you're grazin
Original man's a black man, said by
fuckin cent that you could buy at the mall 

I'm a long distance super-power, pussy-magnet 

I was born in the ghetto, made by the ghetto 

so fabulous!
of me
Playin' strip poker, sippin' Cristi'
I grip your shoulders, you sqeeze the sheets
I'm admirin' your heart shaped booty
Nothin' in your oven,
concept, teacher mosh it up, right
PRT p-osse, boy ghetto with philosophers
All can't get enough of this, drummer common insight, check
Here comes
comin' around the ghetto so you might call em soul
Been wearin' furry Kangol's, so that shit is old

You might slang a rock or two just to pay the rent
her rich friends to know the truth
But me and her both know all the facts
She's in love with the brother from the ghetto, who is black

My seven
{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4X) 



[Kool Keith] 

You got nine cars  tons of champagne  by the cases 

Two thousand people killed
teaching. 
Learn by Holy Intellect cuzz it's a blessing. 
Teachers study what is spoken through the speaker.
Weaker preacher there's no need for manifestin'.
the sound of the ghetto
Arrive down here, be darker than the cattle
Oh no, nigga watch your nose
'Cause you'll get hit by hoes that spit flows and prose
the sound of the ghetto
Arrive down here, be darker than the cattle
Oh no, nigga watch your nose
'Cause you'll get hit by hoes that spit flows and prose
Guess who's back in this bitch
To take over this mutha f**kin club? 
 (Hahahaha)

[chorus:]
I like it when she stompin' poppin'
Ghetto droppin'
Joe, left by Judy with the booty crew
but they blame the game Suzy with the snooty two (who?)
The Blockout Thugs plus the hoochie crew, shit I keep my
could tell by the way she walk that she got it 
Body so delit, you can tell when she drop it 
I either gonna hit her imma beat ass tight 
I've seen her
Doogie hits the scratch
Niggas can't match, baggin' bootys by the batch
That's how we do at a theatre near you
Do the show, bag the doe and disappear