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Goodie Mob - Ghetto-ology lyrics
"Uh-huh, been here been real Still clear South West Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it? Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it? Chorus: Now from that ghetto ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto Got one foot in, one foot out... of the ghetto ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto That's why I know the things I know! In the ghetto ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto And some of my friends done died befo' in the ghetto ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto That's why I can't seem to let go Chiefton: How do you feel when you judge quick And you all up in my face and I ain't even spit? Just like them folk that say they know me from my old days I know you wonderin' about my spirit and my old ways! You hearin' me spittin' the piece of mind, got you froze in time Playin' catch-up with yourself I'm on another level, and you can say I'm dead wrong Even if you stay home They gotta fight because you livin' in a war zone Head strong Can't leave it 'lone till they get and they gone So now I'm stylin', my momma 'bout to travelin' He be hangin' with them monsters and they smilin And my babies' coughin', thinkin' they have TB And they neva call him daily in that wee-wee So what I find is to eliminate the problem Befo' they cause problems Befo' we have problems 'Cause you thought you had it sewed up Until that green house grew all of a sudden Sho' nuff, it showed up Now you didn't know he had it in him The venom It fits the test and I'm gon (win) him Then the ride, can't be cryin' got it steady now You need to find out, there ain't no time-outs You can't sign-out, better than whine out Don't drop the gun 'cause the street is gettin' packed now Just let cones bang the ground, don't you back down! For it's the fate, that brought you to this place now So let it guide you and take you to that touch-down And stay ground, so that you can stay proud 'cause one in, and one quick CHORUS T-Mo: I got these jokers with their eyes red drinkin' too much, got dead I make you shout it if you's in the 'burbs Herbs beware. It's from the one that data compare logistic, chicken biscuit This Winter, he will forget the cold through a song And my (party wrong), and my weak is strong just kept his back turned, yearned for destruction bustin' microphones blessed the unprotected soul lettin' go, call him too much will get you off for sure watch (???????) (????) top plate what's gon' save you from the hands of (why) when them guys gone, and you (bet) home in the ghetto Gipp: They trappin' him off within then Look at the fonky red'ead Done flipped them all as dead Paint wet, now I'm set Fight the shit, watch it hit Block lot, Neighborhood charcoals and that old (mark-o?) After dawn, on the porch (Got gone), mind blown Fashioned like, Niggas sold, new or old It's gettin' sold in the ghetto CHORUS Cee-Lo: Now from the go child my name is Lo God done gave me this vision quite some time ago He taught me shout it when you (talk chance the blow?) You preach that real shit 'till you can't doubt no mo' Now wait a minute y'all, I am the one That ride the rhythm from midnight to the morning sun I do it for the freedom, finance, and forever fun Now revolution of the mind has already begun Now just a second y'all It got to be For every thought is fulfilled in the prophecy I'm supernatural and there is no stoppin' me Even the ghetto is still God's property! C'mon Khujo: Ever since you was a youngster the devil been Over your soul, like this one-eyed monster Ain't no in between you either off or on Never pass judgement But the feeling is mutual Pass the hog mog, tryin' to drown me After years of gravel You promised no rest to (blow) in weeks I know you ain't choppin' in the next man footprints Wobblin' like a duck Stuck, crawlin' out the same hole me don't promote no mysterious behavior (Pimped) and be dead I used to flow, my high school goal It come through in the ghetto! CHORUS |
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