From hood to hood they see what's And who I be
I got the Yankee leaning, just sittin' over to And the G4 is just over the clouds You can't me that I ain't what's up right now I got a bottle of Tequila down
There's chicks wit' boyfriends that are up tight now 'Cause they know the big dog had a like wow I'm stuck in my city Heading over seas wit' a zip of New York City's You rats can keep running through your maze
Until you get with the pesticide I know you in that hole, you best to Like the rest who tried, who went and
Of course your wanna slide over and be rubbed And don't mind taking rides the G dubs I ride Rovers on Please don't be another who died over a ski dub, chill
From hood to hood they see what's and know who I be From block to block see it, not can't know who I be From state to state they hate, they know who I be the east to west, through the Midwest and down south
It's ghetto, it's ghetto, it's ghetto It's ghetto, ghetto It's ghetto, it's It's
I get it jumping a lo lo '64 And bet they hop on it like a pogo pro I'm wit these go go chicks though That do the of things that belong in a porno flick yo
You know him and the gang Wit' the worked on that remind you of lemon meringue But remember the thangs, too far And y'all wanna hear 'em go bang, bang,
Like John Witherspoon, I'm 'em closely I know the snakes gonna slither The two toned Maybach's getting delivered The feels like sitting in the living room
I'm so bodied like the suit on Batman It's that man that back to plat' scan I'm for the third time, I make words rhyme for a living You probably I'm still ghetto, nigga
hood to hood they see what's hood and know who I be From to block they see it, not can't know who I be From state to state cannot hate, they know who I be From the to west, through the Midwest and down south
ghetto, it's ghetto It's ghetto, it's It's ghetto, it's It's ghetto, ghetto
They tried to put two 9's on me, like Gretzky But my lawyer saw through it just wet tees I smoke till my eyes look like Jet Li's On islands where the water's just like Pepsi
Yeah, the trigger might get squeezed And the slugs will skip over your waves, like jet skis Hoes know Ghetto from New York, 'em the Fresh Prince And rose petals when I walk
They love how I came back like good blow And I'm a heart throb to a hood ho what hood though, yes I would know That's 'cause I'm in the streets like man hole
look like blades when a fan blow brother I'm waiting on a storm to land, roast The man no other, I been in it My time is money, y'all couldn't buy ten I'm gone up
From hood to hood they see what's and know who I be From to block they see it, not can't know who I be state to state they cannot hate, they know who I be From the east to west, through the and down south
It's ghetto, it's ghetto, it's ghetto It's ghetto, it's It's ghetto, it's It's