Lyrics:
La música de Harry Fraud
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
Lil' ghetto kid
Lil' ghetto kid, lil' ghetto kid
Lil' ghetto kid, I'm a lil
rock, I'm stopped by a ghetto cop
A young girl get pregnant, cause she was brought ghetto hot
I roll with the ghetto game, I'm kickin the ghetto slang
Yerstaday, I did it, everytime I'm with her
She just wanna act ghetto
She just wanna dance like a stripper, rap like a nigga
She just wanna rub her
Uhh,
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel
Yeah! Ma Ghetto Gospel!
Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin
[verse one]
2-Pac
If I could recelect
'm ghetto, excuse me
My life is a movie
Yeah, I came from the mud
Came from the bottom
Spot 'em, I got 'em
I bought a bandana for 600 dollars
Mr
the b-block
I put the petal to the medal
Running with my cousins in Texas
Lil' Cross and Big Money
My nigga Trae and Lil' Joe, nigga all action
In the ghetto
ghetto when the money you got
Is a whole lot of ones stacked up to make a knot
You know you ghetto when you thinkin your a star
And your waiting
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
Tha name is Krayzie
Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along
to a ghetto celebrity,
(Nobody, nobody)
Ah (ah)
I got straight thrick-fifty-fifty-seven, reasons
That are criminals, thugs, hoodlums, heathens
Smoke wet,
years old
A lil' skinny muthafucka packin guns fuck a toy
Nigga, I'm just a lil' ghetto boy
[Chorus: x4]
[Mac]
I'm just a ghetto boy, uptown
were it started
The ghette south eight is my hood and my hearts with the
Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I can't get out of here
Ghetto
Nigga
Ghetto
I can't
of the ghetto
Raised by the streets taught to survive
Keep it real with your niggaz ghetto niggaz worldwide
And when one ride we all ride by all means
Be ready
[Swiss Beats] Money, cars, clothes, hoes [x2]
I'm from the ghetto so gimmie my money
[Lil Wayne] Mr Angel on the beat
Young mula baby, and the devil
a the ghetto better open your eyes wide
On the street there is no mr nice guy
I take easy to tell you that's a nice ride
In the ghetto you can never see their
looking for the big funds
From a dirty ass nigga who just want to have fun
Made her feel special by the way he spoiled her
Feeling like she the only one
A mother cry's because she lost her son
Another one and then another one dying by the gun
In the ghetto
Lowkey pimpin got the fur on the back
Diamond in
. Incognito, Incognito (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mr. Incognito is back again
Now all I want is peace and papes and a physical frame
Jotting down my list
guard ya grill
'cause where ya goin you gotta watch your back
Judge, god damn another nigga didn't make it back (Mr.C)
My lil brother Kevin Miller rest
Guy
This is like my new way to live my life by
They say they miss the nice guy but there's no more Mr. Nice Guy
On the real, I done had enough of people
[Featuring Mac]
[Master P]
Dear Mr. President i live in the hood
Where people live bad
But say its all good
And my homies
it hood no matter where you are
Cause you come from the ghetto
Love 'em from the ghetto
You're you the type I like
That's why I keep you right you off
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
Tha name is Krayzie
Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along
to the ghetto was "The Chronic"
My mama was a gangster nigga
My daddy was just a gangster nigga
Wasn't for them I wouldn't be from Compton
I should probably
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
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