Lyrics:
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
Tha name is Krayzie
Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along
to the ghetto was "The Chronic"
My mama was a gangster nigga
My daddy was just a gangster nigga
Wasn't for them I wouldn't be from Compton
I should probably
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
on piling
And piling up on the floor
Lil baby Ima ghetto king
I thought you should know
Lil baby Ima ghetto king
I thought you should know
I need three
Three
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
Tha name is Krayzie
Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along
Ali ozbrn, we got another one
Mmmhmmm
Yeah I had to let the intro breathe a lil bit
If make a song for you
I pray to god that shit go far
If I let
nigga but I feel a lil' (different)
Same ol' nigga but I f- (different, ooh-ahh)
I'm up all night on the psyches' (oh shit)
I do it by myself in my
living you hurt
homie you leave with a smurk
lovin burn with a bloody shirt
[Mr. Lil One]
the ghetto be lovin the devil
the man will be ready
and wanting
that
I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it)
[Mr. Short Khop]
Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there
young ghetto nigga in
It's not Recording
Nah it's not Recording
G.M.E. Butta Gang
Welcome to SheaButta's Shop of Horrors
I'm SheaButta by the way
Yes
I Don't Trust Nobody
beautiful to be the man
lil one that evil man
[Mr. Sancho]
holdin the cap of my gun
surrounded by copers
I'm settin to run out
am ownin your crew with
slinging crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks
Running with dangerous niggas and packing gats
Uh, the shit thrill me, looking so clean,
So what the fuck gotta say
Fuck Mr. Clynch coming' straight from the playground
Lil whore got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so Chase
ain't no busters
Like you
Bow down
To the lil locos
Clica, fool
Ay man
Them fools busting a U-turn
Ese get down
I'ma blast these fools
Ese get down
Ghetto
There's a whole lot OF ones stacked up to make a nine
You know you ghetto when you thinkin' your a star
When you waitin' in line at the back for
pikin don die
Dem dey cry dey ask baba e God why
Na Mr So so and so so come
English finishing start to dey form
Him as I'm no suppose come at all
People
Who that is? Boy, that's Mr. Stan on business
Any nigga wanna play, I swear to God he end up missin.
Broad day we hit his face, that lil' boy got
by a few, used to work where there's a few
Now I'm thankin' God I got through it, bound out in them sewers
Lil' T over love, together fuck a dove
Rest
Song Title : Ghetto Dreams
Artist name : Tval Conga
Written and produced by Tval Conga
/ Intro
of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame, shame.
Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty these
Casualties well they're passin me by
Mr. Rosenberg
No, I ain't no fuckin' dummy
Bitch, I'm Mr. Rosenberg
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
Made fun of my last name 'til the cash came, Mr
up and keep it spinning
I'm the ghetto superstar from the city of H-Town
Rugged smile to this prepare to bow down
I thank the lord for giving a slice
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