Lyrics:
Ghetto, ghetto,
Oh, I've been, I've been praying for you
Hallelujah.
(Lord save this church) It is easy as 1, 2, 3,
I wanna be what's on TV,
And if
I've been thinkin'
Now I'm ridin' through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what
know I've still got
One hell of a heartache to go.
--- Instrumental ---
You took me to heaven when you held me tight
If heaven's forever where are you
'm a heaven sent instrument
My rhythmatic regiment navigates melodic notes
For your soul and your mental
That's why I'm instrumental, vibrations is what I
the flames and the mountains
And that treasure's mine if I try
One by one my blessings I'm counting and counting
A son of God's country am I
I got the sun up
blessings
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, 'cause nowadays kids is getting fucked by their reverend
So many people, you gotta make exceptions 'cause
waitin' on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all that's on a nigga's mind
But at the same time it seems, they tryin' to take mine
So I'mma get smart and get
get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh
the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uh, I know they like to beat ya
to a new house on a new hill
And choose a new spot, if niggas wanted you shot
I ain't a thug, how much 2Pac in you you got?
I ain't no bitch, neither
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to Heaven
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all
a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying the stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all
of a driveby
[Chorus 2]
I ain't ghetto, don't you know, I'm urbanian
Google me bitch, wanna know, what my name is
I ain't ghetto, don't you know, I
bread
And a taco in my jeans
On the map if you glide
She's got such ugly thighs
I got taken by surprise
With the plate of flaming noodles
It's
your own business (Mind your own business)
If you mind your own business, you won't be mindin' mine.
--- Instrumental with ad libs ---
Well, I got
we had 2Pac
An old boom box, chilling in our tube socks
And plus Dre taught us how to roll a 64
And Snoop Dogg taught us how
To roll a sticky dro
So if
and writin rhymes
I got these big ideas, droppin this album
But if someone shoots at the red light
What will be the outcome?
And you know what they say
Only
ghetto heaven
Ghetto heaven
I need a little ghetto heaven
Nana likes brandy, especially peach
She keeps it by the radio
And listens
the job
So I told her to ride
C'mon
May I ask whatcha headin to the west for?
I got a partna
Got a plan for some do
And if ya down
You can pick
Get it in gots to get it in
I got to get it in gots to get in
Got to get it in
Heavy mental, artist instrumental
Ghetto metal, I said it 'cause I
the second Celebrity Deathmatch (ding ding)
So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly (hurry up man!)
I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie
this kind of love
Was built for one another
And we're so lucky we're among the few.
And if we had three wishes wonder what we'd wish for
We'll walk
the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care
And uh, I know they like to beat ya
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