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mob & tlc
Appears on the "world party"

Now will challenge goodie mob
To a game of ghetto tag
When say "what it is"
You "what it ain't"

(yeah)
Tlc, the
mob
The of ghetto sounds
For the

you wanna do wit it
What it is and it ain't (what)
Either you bring it (we bring it)
Or you
it gets kinda messy (sometimes)
Out
But we get by (what you do wit' it)
One day at a

I go eat
At waffle
112
I go out
Where do you
Or do you
Or a chain
Or rings
I still
My side i
Keep my
Get on my
20 inch
I a brim
Hang my girls
Go to the
the world
And keep your
The things
still remain so

Don't even look across the room
You don't enough about this world to
get it on with me
Or hang out I do

Don't even from across the floor
You don't rhyme enough for no tour
To come a girl like me
And that's not a

a built plastic girl
I'm a big man
I old model cars and big sedans
You like two
Funding clothes and rolls
I sit on the
Sip some and
I the 9
When you're hot ho's
I do while you preferred the lows
Tonight I'm choose ya already chose
grown folk business and I'll run the floor

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

my baby is still ghetto like hot fries
I come from niggas
And give
With his bloodshot
Got turned gold
Went from two o's to two lows
Which is enough to buy a
but nobody knows
Stay in my
Keep my diamonds out of your
You be with this player
Got to at my pace
I'm slum but I can cum
Over there where from
If you some bullshit you better buy you some

Shorty where your (shorty)
Shorty where your gold
Shorty where your nails
where your fake hair
Shorty got the
All up in the
To represent the 90's
You the too
I got your back you got the
time we pull it off in the woods
With the bump on them dubs no scrubs
Don't conceal I'm a millionaire
Can you see me it clear
keep on servin' here like I'm supposed to baby

Don't be my pockets
While I'm these topics
bring your g's where your loot
You're lookin' real dumb you get the boot
it is my road to me
Come from of the hardest of streets
Me custom to the club
With of the hardest of beats
What it ain't what you sleepin' with all the shit I've been through
'cause i'ma keep all the things that I gots to do
it I'll put your ass to work
Comb your head till it hurts

Where those stop
are the ropes
Take your wealth up the
Or you might hurt your
You know ghetto
you don't show up in court
For not your child support
Or you too for me
You act like you're too to eat
At church's, popeye's, and
I at walter's bright creek
In the mall where steep and deep
I out in bank head
You prefer
Your color is hot pink
I love that