Lyrics:
of the Ghetto, this is my name
I be rollin' on swangers with candy black paint on 'em
If it rain, still ain't gon' get a stain on 'em
I'm from Texas, you can tell
she was tongue kissing a razor blade
That sounds sick maybe one day I'll write the horror
Blackula comes to the ghetto, jacks an Acura
Stevie Wonder
can't let that slick-talk shit get past me, oh
I like fancy cars and jewels, but don't get it confused
I'm so ghetto and rude, how I'm supposed to do
is just chaos, confusion, and a big mess
But we got to keep striving
To leave town, never stay down but keep rising
>From the ghetto, not always ghetto
the world can't hide
Genocide niggas killing up they own kind
Murder, murder
Is something that I can't help
I even had to ride on some niggas by myself
I live
me, she say she hate my bad ways
But still she blame it on herself for doin' what she done,
It wasn't fun, she moved us in the ghetto slums
So what
You see me diggin' in my gold
I'm a ghetto bastard and when I'm smokin' on 'dro
I get the munchies directly after
I made doe by offing hoes in
COMPTON ISN'T TOO FAR AWAY
By Afroman
When I was young we wanted to get out the ghetto
But after we moved out of the ghetto
It was hard to get
honorable
Countable, astronomical but monumental
I used sell and serve pops up out my auntie's Pinto
Still keepin' it ghetto, barbecuin' in the front yard
(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood)
[Lil' Flip]
From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha
blame?
Maybe my pain, dealin' with it by callin' it a phase
These are the last days
Carry no shame, everyday thangs
Went from sellin' cocaine
tickets, if I slang enough of this shit
Become a boss and be a made man, impossible to hit
Buy a mansion like Scarface, estate surrounded by gates
Cold
(Hahahaha)
Yeah, I'm a Ghetto Superstar nigga
Most niggas trying to get one chick, right?
I'm trying to get two
You know, two is always better
Yeah, I'm a Ghetto Superstar nigga
Most niggas trying to get one chick, right?
I'm trying to get two
You know, two is always better than one,
(Yeah)
Drink lean by the six pack (Wock)
Need my name where the blimp at (Alright)
Got 'em drunk, where my limp at? (True)
Showtime by the goal line
watch em put you in the ground
A sad day it is, on this New Years
It seems like the heaven from above, sheds tears
All my ghetto peers, dead or on lock
25
worshipers bent perpetual
Intellectual
Insulated by their own conviction
Righteous in the mirror of a single opinion
So vulnerable with their backs turned
trapped
Yup, that's me
Raised in the middle of the ghetto ride
Where my niggas multiply and yo
We don't ever die
Murder, murder, kill, kill
Never tell
(Psyke)
Money can't change who I'm meant to be
My heart with a ghetto
My young boy right beside of me
Ready to redrum
We can go eye to eye and see
Who'll
crazy (gang)
Where next? Dubai or Haiti?
I'm just livin', I don't wanna settle (I don't)
Fuck all these hoes, they movin' so ghetto
I'm shootin' my
Wouh-wouh
Wouh-wouh
Skrrt, Money Kartell
Azzlack, Azzlack, Azzlack
Deine Kahba sagt: „Money Kartell“
Drive-by, City-Gangs, steig in den Benz
by the tricks and jawns, pimps and cons
Born and raised in Oakland, several miles man from [?]
Ooh, man this shit we on, get blown to oblivion
Jogginghose knallen
Jetzt wird richtig gefickt wie im Freudenhaus
Aus'm Ghetto in die Charts der deutsche Traum
Das ist der langersehnte Sound, den ihr
niggas don't want no parts of the ghetto heisman
With them thangs in the dash
Nigga, we bang for the cash
Steadily aimin' for that ass
Burnin' them thangs
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