Now T L C will challenge MoB To a game of ghetto tag they say, "What it is" You scream, "What it ain't"
is all, get it 1999, yeah, TLC The MoB The M O B The of ghetto sounds for the Y 2 G
you wanna do wit it? What it is, it ain't Either you it We bring it Or you
it gets kinda messy out there But we get by one day at a What you do wit' it?
I go eat at Waffle House after 112 when I go out Where do you or do you slang Or wear a or platinum rings? I still my ghetto side
I my pride, get on my ride, 20 inch rims I a brim, hang with my girls Go to the mall the world and keep your change The finest things will still so ooh
Don't look from across the room You don't know enough this world to get it on with me or hang out where I do
Don't even look across the floor You don't have enough for no tour To come upon a like me And not a possibility
She's a plastic girl I'm a big boss man I like old model and big sedans You like two funding their clothes and rolls I sit on the sip some and pose
I like the 9 when humpin' hot ho's I do sweets while you preferred the I'm choose 'cuz ya already chose It's grown business and I'll run the floor
you ain't ghetto enuff for me And you ain't hot for me And you ain't fly for me And too tight with your money
'Cuz you ghetto enuff for me And you ain't hot for me And you ain't fly for me And you're too tight your money
Shit my baby is still ghetto hot fries I come from lovin' niggas and give with his bloodshot eyes Got turned into gold from two O's to thirty two lows Which is to buy a Rolls ain't but nobody knows
I stay in my place, keep my diamonds out of face You be with this player got to play at my pace I'm slum but I can still cum over there where you're If you some bullshit you better buy you some
Don't even look from the room You know enough about this world to Ever get it on with me or out where I do
even look from across the floor You have game enough for no tour To come a girl like me And not a possibility
Shorty your booty? Shorty where your gold teeth? Shorty where your long Shorty your fake hair?
got the attitude All up in the To represent the girl You the too
I got your back you got the It's we pull it off in the woods with the bump on them dubs Ain't no scrubs don't conceal I'm a ghetto Can you see me gettin' it I'ma keep on servin' like I'm supposed to baby
you ain't ghetto enuff for me And you ain't hot for me And you ain't fly for me And you're too tight with your
you ain't ghetto enuff for me And you hot enuff for me And you ain't fly for me And you're too tight with your
it is What it it is What it it is What it
What don't, be suffocatin' my pockets While I'm these topics like your G's, where your loot? You're lookin' dumb when you get the boot
What it is my to me Come from of the hardest of streets Me custom to the club With some of the of beats
What it ain't what you sleepin' all the shit that I've been through 'Cuz I'ma keep doin' all the things that I to do it I'll put your ass to work Comb nappy head till it hurts
Where them saints stop these are the Take your wealth up the street or you hurt your throat You know you're ghetto when you show up in court For not your child support or you too bullshit for me You act like too good to eat
At Church's, Popeye's, and Hartz I at Walter's Bright Creek In the mall where it's steep and deep I out in Bank Head You buck head your favorite color is hot pink I love that
you ain't ghetto enuff for me And you ain't hot for me And you ain't fly for me And you're too tight with your
'Cuz you ain't enuff for me And you hot enuff for me And you ain't fly for me And you're too tight with money
'Cuz you ghetto enuff for me And you hot enuff for me And you fly enuff for me And you're too tight with money
it is What it it is What it it is What it ...