From to hood they see what's hood And who I be
I got the Yankee leaning, just over to browse And the G4 is just getting the clouds You tell me that I ain't what's up right now I got a of Tequila upside down
some chicks wit' boyfriends that are up tight now 'Cause know the big dog had a pups like wow I'm stuck in my city Heading over seas a zip of New York City's haze You rats can keep through your city's maze
Until you get with the pesticide I know you in that hole, you to hide the rest who tried, who went and testified
Of course your girl slide over and be rubbed And don't taking rides over the G dubs I Rovers on Spre-dubs Please don't be dude who died over a ski dub, chill
From hood to hood they see what's hood and who I be From block to block they see it, not know who I be From state to state they cannot hate, they who I be From the east to west, through the Midwest and south
It's ghetto, ghetto ghetto, it's ghetto It's ghetto, ghetto It's ghetto, ghetto ghetto
I get it like 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 belong in a flick yo
You it's him and the gang Wit' the bling worked on that remind you of meringue But the thangs, ain't too far And y'all wanna 'em go bang, bang, bang
John Witherspoon, I'm watching 'em closely I know the snakes gonna soon The two toned Maybach's delivered soon The back feels like in the living room
I'm so hard bodied the suit on Batman It's that man that back to back plat' I'm back for the time, I make words rhyme for a living You heard I'm still ghetto, nigga
From to hood they see what's hood and know who I be From block to block they see it, not can't who I be From state to they cannot hate, they 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, 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 just Jet Li's On where the water's blue just like Pepsi
Yeah, the trigger might get squeezed And the slugs will skip over waves, just like jet skis Hoes know Ghetto from New York, call 'em the Prince And throw rose when I walk
They love how I came back hard like blow And I'm still a throb to a hood ho That's hood though, yes I would know That's 'cause I'm in the streets like man hole
Rims like blades when a fan blow brother I'm waiting on a storm to land, roast The man no other, 'cause I in it My time is money, y'all buy ten minutes I'm catch up
From hood to hood 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 they hate, they know who I be From the east to west, through the Midwest and down
It's ghetto, it's It's ghetto, it's It's ghetto, ghetto It's ghetto, ghetto ghetto