Now T L C will challenge MoB To a game of laser 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 synergy of sounds for the Y 2 G
What you do wit it? it is, what it ain't Either you it We gon' it Or you
Sometimes it gets messy out there But we get by one day at a you wanna 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 chain or rings? I still maintain my side
I keep my pride, get on my ride, 20 inch I sport a brim, hang my girls Go to the around the world and keep your change The things will still remain so ooh
even look from across the room You know enough about 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 a girl like me And not a possibility
She's a built plastic 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 porch sip some and
I like the 9 you're humpin' hot ho's I do sweets while you the lows Tonight I'm 'cuz ya already chose grown folk business and I'll run the floor
'Cuz you ain't ghetto 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 ghetto for me And you ain't hot for me And you fly enuff for me And you're too tight with your
Shit my is still ghetto like hot fries I come from lovin' niggas and give 20/20 with his bloodshot Got into gold went from two O's to thirty two lows Which is enough to buy a Rolls ain't but nobody
I stay in my place, keep my diamonds out of your You wanna be with this player got to play at my I'm slum but I can still cum over where you're from If you want some bullshit you buy you some
Don't even look from the room You don't know enough about world to Ever get it on me or hang out where I do
Don't even look across the floor You don't have game enough for no To upon a girl like me And that's not a
Shorty where your Shorty Shorty where gold teeth? Shorty where your long Shorty 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 woods with the on them dubs no scrubs don't conceal I'm a ghetto millionaire Can you see me gettin' it I'ma keep on servin' here like I'm to baby
'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
you ain't ghetto enuff for me And you ain't hot for me And you fly enuff for me And too tight with your money
it is What it it is What it it is What it
What don't, be suffocatin' my pockets I'm resuscitatin' these topics like Bring your G's, where your lookin' real dumb when you get the boot
What it is my to me Come from some of the of streets Me navigate to the club With some of the of beats
it ain't what you sleepin' with all the shit that I've been through 'Cuz I'ma keep all the things that I gots to do Damn it I'll put your ass to your nappy head till it hurts
Where them saints these are the ropes Take your wealth up the street or you hurt your throat You you're ghetto when you don't show up in court For not your child support or you too bullshit for me You act you're too good to eat
At Church's, Popeye's, and Hartz I shop at Walter's Bright In the mall where it's steep and I hang out in Bank Head You buck head your favorite color is hot pink I love thing
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 ghetto for me And you hot enuff 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 ...