Lyrics:
[Pharrell]
Yo...
I go by the name... (I'm yo' pusha)
of Pharrell from the Neptunes...
And I just wanna let y'all know... (I'm yo' pusha)
The world is
ehya
Early, early sunday morning it was a big ganja smuggling
Ina de mud me a pick kali bud an me a load dem down in off the top (?)
One by one, load up
The ghetto
The ghetto
Lamb shoot by (shoot)
Everybody lookin' (lookin')
Fifty round in the stash box, for a pussy (pussy)
I'm a young boss
avoidin' by the government avoid the spot
Can't wait till rain turn to sunshine
'Cause I hate to spend
My life my life my life my life
Duckin' the cops
(I
Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry, he is coming
Don't die without knowing the cross
Ghettos to the left of us
Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit
And you ain't gon' never be shit
I learned how to walk and talk and all that
They put me in school but it don't
is the product
"Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit,
And you ain't gon' never be shit!"
I learned how to walk and talk and all that
They put
a lighter sentence or they switch
The ghetto is a bitch, niggas live to get rich
Then they slam my fuckin dreams like be -ball
Killin chickens
in.
Should've pinned.
You was pretendin' to be friends.
We was slickin by the snake in the grass,
Slither slicked a nigga fast.
Yeah,
on the news
Get stabbed by the cuts on the Kwest beat
Respect beef
Marty McFly shit, get knocked into next week
What does the future hold? Bullets
Going
ghetto
Bastard and always have to curse
Back in the day when I was a teenager
Back in the day when I was a teenager
Back in the day when I was a teenager
I think on these things and I never hide
From what life bring throughout all the lies
Though it feels like no one's by my side
I rise despite
You
scripts by whites like Mr. Al Capone
[ Bushwick Bill ]
Yeah
America
A land that made Christopher Columbus
A historian for bringing madmen, white slaves,
run they mouth, but
Killers don't talk.
[Chorus: x2]
You no Kris, I'm Kros, y'all ran, we walked.
No Limit niggas got Ghetto Dope by pounds
myself
I be drinkin' by myself, livin' shrinkin' like an elf
Next I wished for wealth, 90 million in the bank account
Young niggaz with money, that's
(Don't you rush the ghetto)
And now your hiding in your house and you kick them out
Verse I: Tony Sunshine
Betta check who you fooling with, no doubt I'm
ODB]
Man man, look up at the sky
All the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at em!
Chorus: Mya
Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
All of my niggas gon’ get up (Trapped in the ghetto)
Follow the Bishop (Yeah)
Niggas will fall in the middle (Yeah)
Tryna get this (Yeah)
Straight up,
Do not judge me by the measure of my faith today
Let the rain of your unmerited favor and mercy fall on me as I leave my house today
Amen
I ain’t
the bottom bottom bottom came up to the Barclays
Hanover Park or Grassy
Still ghetto still classy
Now I’m going to the parties
If anyone ask me I say I’m Benni
ghetto gwaan one loaf a bread
Along the world you might see that so many things
Don't use to be what they're supposed to be
In the name of peace they set
worst
Niggas come by yo mama crib
Right where yo father live (Huh?)
Twelve up in yo spot again
You was doin it for da gram
Now you just doin 10
That woman
Sent by my enemies
Ghetto Yute we ago make it
cnd if them wah fight we down
We might just take it
The top of the line
In we prime, yeah we hard
But we
l'soleil en été
Canette en main dans l'ghetto
Hiver comme été ensuite la suite mecs en fuite poursuites delits d'fuite même sous cuite.
Pour ceux Qui pour
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