Lyrics:
down, for nine months
Chillin', with my mother to guide me
And nothin' but a stomach to hide me
From all that worry and bullshit
Nine months
right by my side
But on your free time
I can put Chanelly on ya waist but can I just have some me time
Freeze time, put a new AP on yo' ass for
nine months
Chillin' with my mother to guide me
And nuttin' but a stomach to hide me
From all that worry and bullshit
Nine months later, I elbow
cops don't understand me
I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family
My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that
Scared
signed me
I turn on my boombox and imagine I was Cool J
God is good
I still remember the first time
That I ever turned my boombox on
I just lay back
You got me baby
This ones for my ladies, oh
[Chorus]
All I really want is your ghetto love
24/7 we'll be makin' love
I'll take it down,
through the ghetto
Windows down halfway
Halfway out of my mind music on 9
Blasting Donny Hathaway
Me and my niggas spending half the day
Plotting, how we
to hustle no more but the streets won't let me go,
All my niggaz say,
Zone 1 (right here), Zone 2 (right here), Zone 3 Zone 4 (right here), Zone 5 and 6,
forty-nine
But she swore to me that she was still in her youth
When I turned down the lights I knew that that's the truth
Had a girl on a border I guess
Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten O nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line
to the telephone.
Los angeles give me norfolk virginia,
Tidewater four ten o nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants (damn)
Every time you pass got me checkin' for you
at the table, the cork twist
I'm studied like a book by many
They give me looks of envy, I took the Bentley
White chick like Liz Taylor might get the Bentayga
You got me baby
This ones for my ladies, oh
[Chorus]
All I really want is your ghetto love
24/7 we'll be makin' love
I'll take it down,
where owls know my eyes
Violet skies
Touch my island
Touch me
Beneath the wind turned wave
Infinite peace
Islands join hands 'neath heaven's sea
a place that
You and I call the hood
They be up to no good
My ghetto got beats and bootys
And cars and ghetto stars
9x9 with steel bars
Pigs roll around
and told me to take my mind off that weed
Now by the third day of Christmas, my big homeboy gave to me
A whole lot of everything, and it wasn't nuthin' but
Halle Berry
I'll be the ghetto Damon Wayans
In charge like the Lakers
You got your pink 380
I got my black nine for the haters
My homies call you
stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants (damn)
Every time you pass got me checkin' for you
trouble, it turned into a struggle
Half way across Alabama the Hound broke down
Left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham
Straight off bought me a through
up
Its kill or be killed,
Get fucked or get fucked up, nigga
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 and a one more time
Follow my, Ghetto Commandments
Follow my,
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia, California on my mind.
Straddled that Greyhound, it rode me past Raleigh, and on across Caroline.
Stopped in
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