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Now T L C will Goodie MoB
To a game of ghetto tag
When say, "What it is"
You scream, "What it ain't"

is all, get it
1999, yeah, TLC
The MoB
The M O B
The synergy of ghetto for the Y 2 G

you wanna do wit it?
What it is, what it

Either you it
We bring it
Or you

Sometimes it gets kinda out there

But we get by one day at a
you wanna do wit' it?

I still go eat at Waffle House after 112 I go out
do you hang or do you slang
Or wear a or platinum rings?
I still my ghetto side

I keep my pride, get on my ride, 20 rims
I sport a brim, hang with my
Go to the around the world and keep your change
The finest things will still so ooh

Don't even look from the room
You don't know enough about this to
Ever get it on with me or out where I do

even look from across the floor
You don't have game for no tour
To come upon a like me
And that's not a

She's a built plastic girl I'm a big man
I like old model cars and big
You like two doors their clothes and rolls
I sit on the porch sip and pose

I like the 9 you're humpin' hot ho's
I do sweets while you preferred the
Tonight I'm choose ya already chose
It's grown folk business and I'll run the

'Cuz you ain't enuff for me
And you ain't hot for me
And you ain't fly for me
And you're too tight with money

'Cuz you ain't ghetto for me
And you hot enuff for me
And you fly enuff for me
And too tight with 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 went from two O's to thirty two
is enough to buy a Rolls ain't but nobody knows

I stay in my place, my diamonds out of your face
You wanna be this player got to play at my pace
I'm but I can still cum over there where you're from
If you want some you better buy you some

Don't look from across the room
You don't enough about this world to
Ever get it on me or hang out where I do

Don't even look from across the
You have game enough for no tour
To come upon a like me
And not a possibility

Shorty where your booty?
where your gold teeth?
Shorty your long nails?
where your fake hair?

Shorty got the
All up in the
To represent the 90's
You the too

I got your you got the front
It's time we pull it off in the 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

'Cuz you ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot for me
And you fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with money

'Cuz you ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot for me
And you ain't fly for me
And too tight with your money

it is
What it
it is
What it
it is
What it

What don't, don't be my pockets
While I'm resuscitatin' these like
your G's, where your loot?
You're lookin' real when you get the boot

What it is my to me
from some of the hardest of streets
Me navigate to the club
With of the hardest of beats

What it ain't what you sleepin' with all the shit that I've been
'Cuz I'ma keep doin' all the things I gots to do
Damn it I'll put your ass to
Comb your head till it hurts

Where saints stop these are the ropes
Take your wealth up the street or you hurt your throat
You know you're ghetto when you don't up in court
For not payin' child support or you too bullshit for me
You act like you're too to eat

At Church's, Popeye's, and Hartz I shop at Walter's Bright
In the where it's steep and deep I hang 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 hot enuff 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 ain't hot for me
And you ain't fly for me
And you're too tight with money

'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

it is
What it
it is
What it
it is
What it
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