Lyrics:
(Uno, two, tres, four)
I can't hop in the ride right now 'cause there's blue lights flashing (blue lights flashing)
And if that's jakes in
stay focused
And front all the street hustlers
And keeping 'em posted
That white and that blue car
We call 'em the law
And the dirt that my niggas
Ooh!
(In the name of Rame)
In the name of Raymond (yeah) He was a smooth talker Street balla'
(In the name of Rame) ooh ghetto soldier
I can't
to do?
I got my mind made up, come on, let`s get dough
We gotta get it right
Ghetto & Blues intertwined together
G&B will make you feel alright!
So
this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein (c'mon)
Will reach the fuckin ceiling,
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
holes in my shoes
I guess I know what they mean by cold city blues
Ken bagged the stores
Tryin' to get money the best way I know how
How? Me and my
of the hill, got a view of the hamptons
Pop out the blue, then I vanish
Glock 22, it's new, no jammy
And I got two, yoesmite sammy
Niggas get booked by
or a ghetto
Saw one thousand tribal wars
Under one blue shining sky
Riding the dream
What can I do
Caught in the swirl
Of the black and the blue
Heart
the real, all you crab-crab know the deal)
Let's pay homage to Illmatic
Let's put the crown where it's at
Ten years
Never been done this real by nobody
say something in yo honor
Yesterday in Central Park they got the Jogger
Okay, okay
Let's get the confusion straight in ghetto Gotham
The man behind
I'm from Harlem ya'll)
Where the corners filled with sorrow
(But I think ummm)
All the streets are filled with pain
(every hood, every ghetto, every
promises
Promise
Promises promises promises
Verse 1 (Grafh)
This shit here all mine
In the ghetto, I'm a tour guide
Good dude, good swag, good hygiene,
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the lakes
(to the lakes 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood
One, two ; watch out for the man in blue
Three, four; I keep it raw and hardcore
Five, six; you're beating us with nightsticks
Seven, eight; I'm forced
fuck, I told y'all
I don't like to windows shop to see how high it is
Walk by and see how fly it is
I'm a ghetto superstar like Pras and shit
I got my
Violent Crimes of the ICP
Yo J take it away homeboy lyricaly
The ghetto yeah boy I'm a proud ass resident
I got more boys than the mothafucking
In the sapling years of the post war world
In an English market town
I do believe we traveled in schoolboy blue
The cap upon the crown
Books
ain't flyer than gravity
We Die Hard like the battery done in the back of me by the mad MC
Who think imitation is the highest form of flattery, actually
stand by it today
John Lee Hooker for president
When I was 25 and so full of life
John Lee took me by the hand
In a GTO we did go into the fiery
the worse will vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that a tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute
Every
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
the worse will vary
I heard you make 'em worry, that this for the loot
They intimidated by the rounds that a tank shoot
Tank dawgs salute
Every
the girls blues
My gat is quite fat, don't you think so, ho?
But come out those clothes, my nigga can fit those
You ain't seen nothing til you seen us both
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