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Fabolous( John David Jackson )
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Ghetto
Lyricist:John David Jackson, Scott Spencer Storch
From hood to hood, they see what's hood and know who I be
I got the Yankee leanin' just sittin' over to browse And the G four is just gettin' 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 Headin' overseas wit a zip of New York City's haze You rats can keep runnin' 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 down south it's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto!
I get it jumpin' like a lo lo six four And bet they hop on it like a pogo stick pro I'm chillin' wit these go go chicks though That do the kinda 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 watchin' 'em closely I know the snakes goin' slither soon The two toned Maybach's gettin' delivered soon Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The back feels like sittin' in the livin' 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 livin' You probably heard I'm still ghetto, nigga!
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 down south it's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto!
They tried to put two nines on me, just like Gretzky But my lawyer saw through it just like wet tees I smoked 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 hoe That's what hood though, yes, I would know That's 'cause I'm in the streets like manhole covers Rims look like blades when a fan blow brother I'm waitin' 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 gon' catch up!
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 down south it's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto!
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