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Green Eyez - Ghetto Star lyrics
f/ B-Brazy, Redrum, Squeak-Ru, Big Wy * send corrections to the typist [GREEN EYEZ] What's up Lil' Hawk? It's young gangsta Green Eyez, I'm gang affiliated (Soo Woop!) I'm known for being unfaded dog love it or hate it Never perpetrated in this game I always kept it real And that's some old true B-Dawgs worldwide can feel From the Swerve to 92nd we puttin' it down Dock Freeze and reds my trues till we bix feet in the ground And forever never turnin' my back on the hood Representin' from Louisiana back to Inglewood (Soo Woop!) Tryin' to go ghetto go long it's the hood except it All my life I bet your life the other side respect it Y'all is doin' too much, y'all done pushed my button We ain't buyin' no tons and we ain't sugar called nutty Ghetto love to Shake, A-Bay, Pumpkin, Duggie and Tone (Rest In Peace) Be-Real, Tip-Q, Enemy, Jaime and Ramon And it's on for the two G's I'm breakin' down bars Young active ass killer Green Eyez the ghetto super star (Soo Woop...) [REDRUM] Ghetto star From the West to the South gettin' money everybody wanna know who we are Ghetto star Got to be bank accounts hangin' out, money, houses, pretty women and cars Ghetto star Be the hustlers, to ballers, to shot callers, to killers, to ?? Only the realest can feel us Ghetto star Livin' life in the fast lane, hangin' on the block where we grew up hard [B-BRAZY] See I'm from Figueroa Figueroa, Figueroa Where one monkey don't stop, no sure I'm from them Big-ass Nine, it's the 1-0-9 Who am I? B-Brazy, kickin' Fig' in major Damu Ridin' West/Sider, Figueroa Rider ain't no high hit L-gang, L-thing, still high trick I pimp, slap tramps real quick On 'yak, it's damn knowin' how the YG's at Cause Peanut Duse got the Uzi and Laniak got my back And he's strapped am I scrapped dump any fool let this party It's on, what we do It's Scooby Doo On you And your whole crew-ew-ew-ew-ew I missed them Ooh, ?? fool ?? Bust on you and leavin' bodies bloody ?? From the chop suee ooeee Didn't you know it? That I was Figueroain' No more shells sought for longest It's ghetto st.. [REDRUM] It's the flame on rider from Piru Love Redrum 781 young gangstas and thugs (tsoo woop!) Studio to slangin' the drug Spittin' the slugs, survival All the damage that the strugglin' done I wouldn't no kill me only make me stronger, wiser and better Paper work louder than nation Pick up the little Check my pedigree I better be A.P.G Hustlin' and faithfully now why they hatin' on me I'm claimin' 10-9 ST, Inglewood no cut People where's so what Gimme the mic and I'm gone up (damn right) Hands up just thrown up The spot has got blown up (tsoo woop!) Three wheel motion if that ass on the Broamer The killer gotta ?? up check the tone of my breath I'm like a pimp preparin' the hit cause you ?? me foul We wild in the 'Wood got it poppin' in the hood Quite hangin' when we hoppin' ghetto stars to the ghetto stars [REDRUM] Ghetto star From the West to the South gettin' money everybody wanna know who we are Ghetto star Gotta be bank accounts, hangin' out, money, houses, pretty women and cars Ghetto star Be the hustlers, to ballers, to shot callers, to killers, to ?? Only the realest can feel us Ghetto star Livin' life in the fast lane, hangin' on the block where we grew up hard [SQUEAK-RU] Where my dogs at? I gotta sky mask and we will blast in fast, buster I'ma dressed in all black If you can't swim you bound the drown Inglewood Gangsta Affiliated (Inglewood!) And we gets down The downest gangstas that you ever saw I got homies ditchin' the law And bankin' corners off Crenshaw We do dirt and live life straight illegal We toast hoodratz and hot low-low on gold Eagles 77 to 92 and QS gangstas 5-hundred block 10-4 and them Center Park bangers My homies in the Avenue are doin' way too much My dogs in the 'Nelas they ain't scared to bust We ghetto stars, we ghetto stars We ghetto stars, ghetto stars and y'all know who we are Ghetto stars (you know) Ghetto stars (you know who we are) Ghetto stars [BIG WY] Y'all charge it to the game now you got back credit (yeah) Turn your back on the hood we all soon all regret it Why you askin' my homies when you know Big Wy said it Come ahead with that bull and get your own chest shredded (braaa!) The game wanna check my life but I just won't let it Tryin' to stack paper so when I'm headed I'm still breath it I'm from the Inglewood Bottoms West/Side connected (yeah) Why I kept my eyes on the street So the bangers was profect it By peas Wrappin' them up and Fed Ex-ed it Most of all don't around so the dogs don't detect it Travel in a dark road Wonder why I'm headed I need a chick when I come on late She don't sweat it Life in money is the answer No more ?? expect it So why you broke And spend your plan I just deflect it I'm like the crack in the 80s fullest the streets at least expected Would like to stay hollow but I got a baby at home naked If you can feel us throw your hands up.. Ghetto Stars.. |
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