From hood to hood they see what's And who I be
I got the Yankee leaning, just sittin' to browse And the G4 is just getting the clouds You can't tell me that I ain't what's up now I got a of Tequila upside down
There's some chicks wit' that are up tight now 'Cause they know the big dog had a pups wow I'm stuck in my ways Heading over wit' a zip of New York City's haze You rats can running through your city's 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 girl slide over and be rubbed And don't mind rides over the G dubs I Rovers on Spre-dubs Please don't be another dude who over a ski dub, chill
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 From state to state they cannot hate, know who I be From the east to west, through the Midwest and down
It's ghetto, ghetto It's ghetto, ghetto It's ghetto, it's ghetto, it's ghetto 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 kind of things that in a porno flick yo
You it's him and the gang Wit' the worked on that remind you of lemon meringue But the thangs, ain't too far And y'all hear 'em go bang, bang, bang
Like John Witherspoon, I'm watching 'em I know the gonna slither soon The two toned Maybach's delivered soon The back feels like sitting in the living
I'm so hard like the suit on Batman It's that man back to back plat' scan I'm back for the third time, I words rhyme for a living You probably heard I'm ghetto, nigga
hood to hood they see what's hood and know who I be From block to they see it, not can't know who I be From to state they cannot hate, they know who I be From the east to west, the Midwest and down south
It's ghetto, it's It's ghetto, it's ghetto, it's ghetto It's ghetto, ghetto
tried to put two 9's on me, just like Gretzky But my lawyer saw through it just like wet I smoke my eyes look just like Jet Li's On islands the water's blue just like Pepsi
Yeah, the just might get squeezed And the slugs will skip your waves, just like jet skis Hoes know Ghetto from New York, call 'em the Prince And throw rose petals when I
love how I came back hard like good blow And I'm still a heart throb to a ho That's hood though, yes I would know 'cause I'm in the streets like man hole covers
Rims like blades when a fan blow brother I'm waiting on a storm to land, others The man no other, 'cause I in it My time is money, couldn't buy ten minutes I'm gone up
From hood to they see what's hood and know who I be From block to block they see it, not know who I be From state to state they cannot hate, know who I be the east to west, through the Midwest and down south
It's ghetto, it's It's ghetto, it's It's ghetto, ghetto It's ghetto, it's ghetto