ghetto

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  from hood to hood they see what's hood
  and know who i be! uh!
  
  i got the yankee leaning, just sittin over to browse
  and the g4 is just getting over the clouds
  you can't tell me that i ain't what's up right now
  i got a bottle of tequila upside down
  there's some chicks wit boyfriends that are up tight now
  cause they know the big 'dog' had a 'pups' like wow
  i'm stuck in my city ways
  heading over seas wit a zip of new york city's haze
  you rats can keep running through your city's maze
  until you get sprayed with the pesticide
  i know you in that hole, you best to hide
  like the rest who tried, who went and testified
  of course your girl wanna slide over and be rubbed
  and don't mind taking rides over the g dubs
  i ride rovers on spre-dubs
  please don't be another dude who died over a ski dub, chill
  
  from hood to hood they see what's hood and know who i be
  from block to block they see it, not can't know who i be
  from state to state they cannot hate, they know who i be
  from the east to west, through the midwest and downsouth it's ghetto!
  (it's ghetto-oh!) it's ghetto! (it's ghetto-oh!) it's ghetto!
  (it's ghetto-oh!) it's ghetto! (it's ghetto-ohh!) it's ghetto!
  
  i get it jumping like a lo lo '64
  and bet they hop on it like a pogo stick pro
  i'm chilling wit these go go chicks though
  that do the kind of things that belong in a porno flick yo
  you know it's him and the gang
  wit the bling worked on, that remind you of lemon meringue
  but remember the thangs, ain't too far
  and y'all wanna hear em go bang bang bang
  like john witherspoon, i'm watching em closely
  i know the snakes gon' slither soon
  the two toned maybach's getting delivered soon
  the back feels like sitting in the living room
  i'm so hard bodied like the suit on batman
  it's that man that back to back plat' scan
  i'm back for the third time, i make words rhyme for a living
  you probably heard i'm still ghetto, nigga!
  
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  they tried to put two 9's on me, just like gretzky
  but my lawyer saw through it just like wet tees
  i smoke till my eyes look just like jet li's
  on islands where the water's blue just like pepsi
  yeah the trigger just might get squeezed
  and the slugs will skip over your waves, just like jet skis
  hoes know ghetto from new york, call em the fresh prince
  and throw rose petals when i walk
  they love how i came back hard like good blow
  and i'm still a heart throb to a hood ho
  that's what hood though, yes i would know
  that's cause i'm in the streets like man hole covers
  rims look like blades when a fan blow brother
  i'm waiting on a storm to land, roast others
  the man no other, cause i been in it
  my time is money, y'all couldn't buy ten minutes
  i'm gone! catch up!