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Big Pokey - Ghetto Fabulous lyrics
f/ Big Moe, D-Gotti bear bold, huh huh Let me hear you say [Chorus: Big Moe & Big Pokey) - 2x] (we) Ghetto fabulous (are) Ghetto fabulous (ghetto) Ghetto fabulous And we ain't having it [D-Gotti] I be that, ghetto gutter guy Hovin' through the side, up in something fly That's young fly, in a Coupe with the roof removed Run the light tap, baby tell her be cool The seats is bold, the feet are chrome I got the heat to control, cause I'm breathing dro Restarting the ghetto, on the block we spinning fives Now I be the hood guy, time and from the high rock Blessings from Allah, the Shop been fly Lyrics blunt beats, sitting highs Green cost more than my car, wanna be a star From day one I swore, to go hard Oh my Lord, Dr. Nicks wanna play My nigga put a yacht to Miami, Memorial Day We on the shore of the bay, out West getting rest Fabulous as ever, we a mess that's right [Chorus - 2x] [Big Pokey] I'm G-H-E-T-T-O Fab, ghetto slang, ghetto slab Crawling like a crab, up the Ave In the Navo, me, Will and Mavo Tossing it up, chopping game out the hood life I love the hood (man), that's the good life I need a hood wife, cause they real with it They take the bumps with the bruises, they deal with it We all out here, scratching for a mill ticket When I hit my number, they gon feel it Let the button kill it, on me the key Voice activated, it only works for me I know you heard of me, Big Po' Trying to fade me, you gon get po'd My money too long, you better get some mo' You gon go bankrupt, if I hit the sco' [Chorus - 2x] [Verse 3] See I was, ghetto born ghetto raised I was ghetto trapped, in a ghetto maze So I grabbed my pen, filled the page And made beats to release this, ghetto rage And then I get leid, ghetto paid Cadillac Escalade, with ghetto blades I got a ghetto babe, a ghetto maid That cook food like a old school, ghetto slave This is a ghetto love, ghetto pain This is ghetto game, a ghetto brain And I won't get paid, won't delay Until I show y'all, just what the ghetto made I got a ghetto name, with ghetto fame And I could not ever, be ghetto shame I put the ghetto blame, on ghetto knee I put the ghetto in your face, so your eyes could see [Chorus - 2x] [Verse 4] Spit spectacular, Southside benacular Who bleed blocks, like Dracula That flip do' like spatulas, playa we ain't amateurs Dope characters, that's bigger than life The bigger the slice, the bigger the ice The bigger the better, the home of trend setters You know the letters, T-E-X-A S-D's, 33rd streets don't rest ok We just fabulous, too ghetto fabulous But these fakers back, stabbing us Man the Shop, ain't slacking up See the paper keeps stacking up We in the ghetto, still acting up Mama ain't no Shaqing up, I'm chasing ghetto bucks In the ghetto hush, but we could do our thug thang But you can do the scrub thang, this ain't no kiss or hug thang [Chorus - 2x] |
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