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1. _ All A's
Chorus: goodie mob (repeat 2x)
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Fakin ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard and mayonnaise, and we smoke always
Passin by these haters like we got all a's
[backbone]
Say say say say crack, what's the word on the street?
Nuttin but hard times, workin this concrete
I'm gettin dirty looks from niggaz, on the next street over
They was in my filthy, fiendin gettin closer
I'm in my seventy-nine, flyin
Mobbed out so they can't see me when i'm ridin
They slow me down, holla like we buddy buddy
But at the same time i know these muh'fuckers wanna mug me
Okay gunplay at the one-way one day witcha
But i'll do years, if i bust these niggaz
Keep point four-five calibers of chrome
I'm, comin forth to carry you home
Chorus
[cee-lo]
Yo, well you damn right, dig it they call me sugar delight
Uh-ohh hoe, willie cuttin virgin broads tonight
Blowin like a boss, that champion chief in cost
And oh my dual exhaust, will make your shit get lost
There's somethin bout these guns that give these hoes asthma attacks
These are actual facts, i ain't been in no actual car-jacks
But let me tell you this, i'll burn a nigga ass up to a crisp
Ridin with these two glocks, we gon' bounce on off, on the new shocks
My nigga don't hate me, cause i ain't hated, but we related
No one includin me, should be understimated
But don't you dare ride through the swats without, at least 30 shots
Cause i'm tellin ya, these southern boys gon' get all they got
Chorus
[khujo]
Pop it in, get to work, brains blow, ??
Off the block before your carcass drop
Can't share nothin with the niggeroles, stealin socks
Out your cornbread dream too, if you got those, leavin deaf hoes
Brown, on the outside, pink, in the middle
Ain't, barrin none hundred round draw
Nothin under seventy-five, and i get slick ??
Takin no prisoners cuffed, they die fightin for they freedom
Everytime son, rhymes too pretty'll get your mascara smeared
When they did, my buddy spanky i bust out in tears
The world would be a better place to live, if it was less queers
I still see, punk ass bitches.. bitches..
Chorus
[gipp]
Get up off and give me room, activate, motivate
Y'all from the section where the straight shit, straight up off the top
Block for block, yo we got the ??, wait for days
Gone up off the purple haze, when you see me call me mr. gipp
Shoot em from the hip, everytime i'm in my 84 sedan deville
Block me off and watch me peel, big boi grill ridin through the park
On the weekend ain't no stoppin keep it dippin that's how we trippin
Lookin mean, you too clean behind the glass
Watch yo' ass, keep yo' elbows out the windows
And my hands upon the wood wheel, money in my socks
Lookin out, for the cops, and for the haters got a fifty shot
Whatever you wanna call it, nigga what? what?
Chorus
[t-mo]
Now watch em slide like some finger lickin chicken, bout to start clickin
Hoe better know who the true g's are, i'm the star, brand new car
Dope ki lyrical cascade height, swats type, mic soldier
Blowin composer, chief of that doja, told ya when i was older
I wanted to live the good life, money over that bull, got that pull
Stomach full, posse thick, niggaz wish, at a young age
Goodie mo.b., doin they thang, i, pray, for, change
And my players in this game it's insane, how this 'caine
Is bringin em pain, young'un doin time dyin by this grind
A-t-l, fine this just how it's goin down
And the sound, watch your mouth in this motherfuckin dirty south
Nigga check it out, dirty swats got spots
Chorus
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2. _ I.c.u
Hook
I.c.u do you see me, i'm staring at cha' (x4)
(khujo)
Before you got on, i could a hear a pins drop
Maybe make me wanna clean out your clock
Go in your socks, confiscate your knot
Cool you off, because you think your hot, when your not
Fools on the block, will take your hand, brigettes and rocks
And your watch
Can't wait until you come through
One more 'gain so they can empty your bins
Check your chin, don't try and be my friend
Get close and then attempt to do me in
Niggas know you'll spin, we can get on that henn, eyes shut
Huh
Can't touch
We don't care nothing 'bout you doing ten, up in the pen
We ain't finna be mothering 'bout nobody
Cause we motherfucking grown men
Hook (x2)
(t-mo)
Whats on your mind at this time
Chilling fine, sip back on wine
Everything dope and scoping mine
Like its yours, opening doors to a future you can see
Really, dungeon family crew'll legendate
No catching guard presence in southwest
And everybody who believe we the best and never gonna stop
Never gonna change, try to stay focused
Still running with the same crew since 82'
All i gotta do to ?convince kids is say you'll all get big too?
Hook (x2)
(big gipp)
How you doing miss thang
Better yet should i say miss queen
I saw you in the corner, and you was looking off
Your smelling classic baby
I'd like to hold it snug
Lets cut a rug and split this scene and strut up out this club
I be 'bout strictly business
I make it better, get it better than the last dude
Where i hang ain't no drama momma
I reserved the bed behind the curtains
Keep it wet, keep you stuck, all up on the jewels
And keep you seeing colors like on the wall at mjq
Hook
(cee-lo)
Sugarpie...
You wanna know how a nigga from the gutter ghetto so butter-fly
Its really on, and really i want is a moment alone
Baby please, it ain't your cheese, and ??? i'm interested
But thats on low-low, but i'd love and die til' the morn'
Every word that i'd heard her say it really inspired me
But i'm only staring cause i like what i see
But i know that you probably got a girl, and already in love
Maybe next life-time you'll be free
Hook
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3. _ Cutty Buddy
Hook
You can be my cutty buddy, my hangout honey
You can be my cutty buddy, cutty cutty
(t-mo)
Now when i saw you in the club, all i did was stare
Intimidated by my golds and my long ass hair
But i couldn't let you pass, and didn't even care
I had to make conversation, and let you know this here
Who am i, the well known t-mo, represent the g mo b
Trinity to infinity
Baby whats your name, where you came from
Where you get your game from, i bet you learned a lot growing up
Being a cute lil' thang, like to bang with the big dawgs
Roll in the big hogs, 18, living life raw
Little shawty was a dream
Had to put up my dream my brother had
Hook
(cee-lo)
Well my dear, this here you can quote
Carlitto will cut your motherfucking throat
Left low, you can ride shotgun in the boat
Hit my red light digit and thats all she wrote
Of course, she shaped like a stallion horse
Goddammit, shawty finish your drink
We going to get a room, what the hell you think
I'll buy you something to eat, but you can't break the bank
First time, the gold plate from the ihop
Then to the inn to umm drop, plop plop, fizz fizz oh what a relief it is
Get it, got it gone, now he out for his
Hook
(sleepy brown)
Hey jo (huh?), i know this girl that wanna cut your throat
(khujo)
Hold up shawty
Before you finna to get your boy in some serious trouble man
I'm talking bout' cost cutting (snip-snip), ain't nothing
Tell her all we can do together, is make this grip-grip
She talking 'bout chiefing, sipping, bending and stripping
I ain't chicken fool, you know i'm ranged up
All these fools around here may be harder
But i ain't studying this young buck
Jail baits are best seen hiking the drawls
And looking for a daddy to cake her
(sleepy brown)
All you gotta do is take her out, stuff her face, get her pumped
Put her on the chopping block, now she nice and crunk
(khujo)
But i ain't no punk dutty
Heard if you stick your thumb in their booty it drive 'em nutty
She'll walk nann day, owe me but a cent and out when i'm through boo
Now you know the real meaning of cutty
Hook
(big gipp)
Gipp cutty, they call me too fresh too clean
Got the girls hooked off the d like morphine
Where we gonna go, i don't know but lets hit it
With the strawberries, blueberries, looking for the tooth fairy
For the night out, downtown, second floor, in the loft with the lights out
Candles straight burning
Everybody hot, clothes on the floor
You ain't know, yo we got some hollywood cake we can slice mrs. meyer
Even got some twins that can get in
Head for head, bed for bed, it don't matter
Everything jumping off just right, and we ain't leaving till the sunlight
Cause we undercover with our cutty buddy
Hook
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4. _ Go Back (break)
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5. _ Invitation To The World Party
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6. _ Fie Fie Delish
Hook
We got that fie fie, we got that fie fie
We got that fie fie delish (x2)
(khujo)
Back in the whole, ?hide like i stole?
Put us in this where its at make all the dough
Throw out your dough
Uhh you ain't hard, you're stupid, like ?counting the votes on yourself?
With the ref, calling the game between your frames
I'm on the corner jumping cain, to every lane that walk by uhh
Stop calling my momma house, and hanging up
Niggas is biggie smalls, ready to die, a horrible death
I wanna ?court case and doctor?, because the ? is on nigga
Time flying,who having fun
Making runs, up and down cambelton,
Put one ?over the jail? where you ?fired? one
Stop gossiping, your marriage on the rocks, and you jealous
43 and can't keep a man, because you careless
I'm too generous, so my kindness is took for weakness
You don't want to see me nut up, i leave you teethless
And the toothfairy don't run on friday the 5th or the ?7 day hassle?
Stop eating ?eagle eye and ??, so i rhyme past ??
?the move master?
We got that fie fie delish
Hook
(t-mo)
I said we got, we got, nigga we cocked it and dropped it
Ain't no stopping it, popped it, locked it, flop flipping it
Leaving 'em dripping with swat's shit, on that forehand
The godfather of my nigga first seed, please show us much love
?? lil willy ?i'm busting the philly?, on this first day
I don't play bout' my family
Mob goodie, lumberjack, woody, down your ??
When i enter the room, shawty numb
Having fun, music give me the power
The man of the hour
Look,it's on when i hit you with this fie fie in your eye
Aww naw, you better not cry
Who got that fie fie, we got that fie fie
Who got that fie fie delish
(cee-lo)
Now get back, you hit you get hit back
Click clack, bu-yak! automatic at-tack, got gats
Whenever, however, you want to act
Think it ain't when it is, shawty gonna kill a nigga ass bout' his
Rhyme pays, i could blaze in a maze for days
?flat concrete or thick metals?, we won't settle
Till' its evident and obvious, don't fuck with us
Ya heard, i mean every word i bust
Trust me, you can't stop me, even if you bust me
?? must be in the same ?fashion pack?
?jesus came?
I'm the future, i'm forever, i'm the flame
Hook
(big gipp)
Everything grit to the grind
Gimme something to hold and watch me flip it two times
The whites of his eyes couldn't hide all the shit up on his mind
Always inclined to soft touch
If i'm approached wrong, ?blew lead just through the skyways?
And touch back down on the one-way highway
Got a bus with 21 beds,and if the door swing open it's 21 heads
Nickel plate with the numbers straight
Just in case the spot got funny money
Now who call, well you got your wish
Goodie mob in your town with that fie fie delish
All up in your face bitch
Hook
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7. _ The Dip
Hook
You know how good it can be, if i took you home with me
I know the mood is right, i don't wanna be alone tonight
Come on lets dip shawty, dip
Lets dip shawty, dip
Lets dip shawty, dip
Lets dip shawty
(t-mo)
Can i get a chance, grown man from afar superstar status
Holdin' on to the apparatus firmly
West shake show love heat 'em up in the club if you don't care
Conversations short, too many newports blowing me away
To another broad, i mean cutie, with the nice round booty
Cut to the spot where all the girls wanna do me
On the low, nice and slow
T-mo on the floor, out the door lets go
Keep it on the hush, don't wanna rush when your ready
We can touch some g's, and blow trees in the wind
With a zip, i'm there, telling tales, out on bail
Swat's tales of rolling boulders and breaking shoulders
Taking me closer to a poacher with that roll line
Shawty cause i'm down for mine
Hook
(cee-lo)
We at the club 112 on the front row
Shawty done shot the cuervo
Even though she dancing with another niggeroe
Somewhere out on the floor
She told me lo snap your finger when your ready to go
So you know i feel great, i can hardly wait
Hit the waffle house and get a chicken-melt plate
Scrambled eggs with cheese, and a pile of grease
And get full as a tick bout' ready to drip
And oh for trilly shawty don't be silly
Calm your nerves cause i'm back on that philly
Cheifed like a champ, and everything is good
I got to much class, and i'll take you to school
I wanna act a fool, but i'm waiting patiently
It ain't good if it ain't been mentioned with me
And if your number fuck around and get hard to find
All i really wanna be is a thought in your mind
Hook
(big gipp)
Can i take you home
You grown, sip a tea, nice feet
Eyes fly too, saw you when you came through
By yourself girl, no crew
Can i hold you, can i show you
Everything in life, that i've been through
We can roll in the hills in my big wheel
98 lank lank with the stank stank
These lights, this night, my dream, your screams
Silk sheets, we meet, what you need a ride, i got fleet's
Leather seats with the woodgrain head back
When i drop it like that, baby don't act
How many times do i say that i want your love
Lets dip this club
Hook
(khujo)
God led me to the shark bar
On a wednesday, with the dreads
White derby, looking delicious, good enough to eat
And what do i see, staring at me
A nice pair of eyes, coke bottle figure, wig, done to a t
Dressed in gangsta black, ready to be attacked by a real mack
Playing hard to get it, so i dips upstairs
How long will it take for my earrings to withdrawl
You is such a cold and lonely heart, i'll make you warm again
But it was something different about you though
You didn't ask for no autograph or swarm
All you needed was a hug
We being snug like fingers in the glove
8th grade was the last time a nigga was in love
Hook
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8. _ Street Corner
Hook
?don't know why i'm folding?
Illegal substance controlling, still outdoors rolling(x2)
(t-mo)
Enhance the game, but give me the benz
While i send my word
It's lightly packed ????? giving a fuck
Bitch i gots to eat too
While i catch up like heinz
On the hook for my family tree
East to west to south is booted in this red clay
And everyday i get up and work my ass to the bone
So i can pay for me a home, in the ghetto or the woods,to build
I'm packing my steel too
(khujo)
Slow rolling, everybody in this clique holding
Anything we riding in is stolen
And you can tell when a nigga on round' here
His neck and his wrists be all frozen
You wanna go bust because some fool caught you dozing
Out on the ave posing
But you ain't no more good, like a used up trojan
You horsing around, now your spot finna' be closing down
We brang them guns, you tote them roses
Indecent exposure, beat you till' you're swollen
Now here, put some ice on that
Work with, reject heavy crack now pick up pick up pick up
Hook
(big gipp)
Hold up, wait up, gipp swolled in here
My eyes getting little and its hard to steer
Reverse safe, can't wait, communicate next tale
Kept my money in the floor so i can chalk bail
And anything you got for me, just hold
Cause i'll be back one day to get them folds
Take a second to regroup, get back in the loop
See the veins never change, only part is in the name
I ain't that old, wanna play me cold
Wanna treat me like a ?wrangler? wanna snatch my gold
See i was raised by a man, so a man you see
Came up in the trailors of fulton county
Hard top for the winter, soft top for the summer
If we caught roaming the streets, we some runners
>from the street corners
(cee-lo)
Well when you looking at me make sure that i'm trapping and slowed down
Still suffer from sunrise till' the sun done gone down
Before i go any further, fool let me break it on down
Get blasting with the best and get brutally blown down
Yes sire! collapse and get caught in the crossfire
Talking shit at one time, but nowadays your cause higher
From the hatred, hunger, hopelessness, yes i kill
So i guess i'm no better than the rest
But i try to be
Somehow these streets feel so fly to me
I'm a get it right lord "cee-lo, don't you lie to me!"
I hope this work here work me a way up out this
Hey, don't wanna die the same way my buddy did the other day
Damn
Hook
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9. _ Chain Swang
[gipp]
Yup, yup, yeah.. uhh..
Yeah..
All night like a corner store, twenty-four seven
Hood hanger; we gets hot like a wok
In the chinese kitchen, switchin up on my suet
How we get down, we blew down, nigga big bank style
Sit and chill a while, wait a minute yo we blows big nigga
Sip on bottles with funny names, holla holla
Deep in this thang, keep it simple and plain
And watch my chain hang, watch my chain hang
[cee-lo]
Listen here -- i got a book that you should read
It's about me, and i suggest that to any nigga who doubt me
It will correct you, affect you, it will make shit clear
Now switch to the next nigga with that bullshit here
Keep readin -- it will also say
That if you, disrespect, anything up in this way
That will guaran-tay an awesome array of gunplay, okay?
This is carlito's way, all day
[t-mo]
Say say say say hang out all night
And don't stop until the dj quit spinnin what's right
Everybody sweatin gettin closer and closer, be shoulder to shoulder
Bouncin, bouncin, we tipsy, danceflo' is slippery
But we groovin, keepin this bitch movin
Provin, we bang in this game watch my chain hang
[khujo]
Back and forth, back, and forth
?? style, whatchu know bout ridin out
From the kroger parking lot to the paramount
And birmingham then back, punk is spittin his jack
When the leaves turn ur-ange, and you see your breath
Uhh, fifteen eleven colossal
I'm weighing in at a knighton
If you don't know nuthin else
Believe that it is some ol' real niggaz
Chorus: cee-lo (repeat 2x)
Whether you slang 'caine, or you gang-bang
Or work a nine to five, just tryin to maintain, mayne
Do your thang, mayne, it's all the same, mayne
And let your chain swang, and let your chain hang
[t-mo]
?? fashion while mashin they blastin come fast and
Scatter from every rational imaginal
International region, under my seeds and, over these airwaves
Manipulate the rhyme with my mind so it's good to grind
Through your speaker, this one's a keeper
Like ebenezer, it was his decision, to live his life
Through a tunnel vision, followed by the reaper
Who knows your past deeper, don't let him creep ya, from behind
[khujo]
Before i was rudely interrupted, house fallin down
But we straight, you should save yourself ??
It's rainin suckers cause they greed sickens me
Poverty stricken, hand pickin, in the corner cleansin
Lights out poor, slip and you nails hell
Everythang for sale, be eat with they plastic
Let's enhance it, i'll be good til saturday
Thick volume gravity
[gipp]
We bout to mix and mingle, meet a match for the next single
Money stashed away in jars like pringles
Keep it hard for the tunnel, we make it bump
For the fie fie needin skull-cap boot-wearin renegade motherfuckers
Throw yo' hands up, you give it up we give it back
Yo, this is how we act when it's packed from the back
Lady don't snatch, let my chain hang
Everythang is everythang boo
[cee-lo]
Behold, the stolen soul, the ancient scroll
The game of control, roll the swisher swoll
Open the gate away, lay to lay, i getcha gotcha greaterly
Even when you hate me, you educate me
So try to trill, i will take ya to the battlefield
Crack your motherfuckin, windshield you better yield
Cause i got the right of way, night or day, alright okay
This is carlito's way
Chorus 2x
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10. _ Rebuilding
(big gipp)
You'se a baffoon, caught up in your own cocoon
Leave your head rest maroon
Drunk heavy in the side street saloon
Til' i figured it out, to the 3rd degree
I'm the milli in the meter
I'm the gram up in the kilo
I'm the wave up in the ocean
The c up in the coast and
The b up in the boston
So what you looking for or looking at now
You ain't got what you gotta shake
Caught it on the sidewalk fake
I gets down, further digging down
Hurt for the red dirt at the same time
Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear
Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear
Hook
My old hood could use a little rebuilding
A better place for these ghetto children
I ain't gonna let 'em take the o out my joy
Before you can rebuild, you've got to destroy
And these walls gonna come tumbling down
These walls gonna come tumbling down
(cee-lo)
Well i remember when, i was slanging nothing but weed
I ain't ??? round here that can't tell you about me
Fortunately i done changed the way i used to be
When so many didn't have an alternative to see
Music saved my life and now i'll never forget it
Thats why i try to glorify god with it
But it still remains, its in my veins
I know that i'ma sin, i just hope he'll forgive me again
Okay, i'm right and wrong in the same day
And it's always gonna be someone who'll see it the same way
And if i react, who was that guy to blame, hey
You fuck with me, i fuck with you thats how the game played
I had a choice to let it go, but if you don't let it go
Then i ain't got no choice no more
Two lives gone to waste, one dead and the other caught a case
With 50 years to face
I'm raising ghosts, i'm rebuilding
Hook
(t-mo)
I'm so tired of my people not knowing what we doing to ourselves
And we blame it on them, but we stuck in the same frame
Trapped inside a mental instrumental bond
Hoping to run, but theres a gun, what could you really do
Everybody new kicking the old ??? to the floor
But now its more shit, crooked, shady, talking 'bout the president
He's fucking other ladies, blowing up spots we supposed to hit
And casually they spreading billions to the little children overseas
Niggas moving g's, i'm on my knees praying god please
A nigga just wanna eat and sleep
With my gun in my own little world and raise my little kids
Doing the best i can nigga
(khujo)
Shit, look who talking now
You gots'ta crawl before you walk, ohh don't follow to close
Where i think you might stop
We all can see that the grass is the same color on the other side of the fence
Give thanks, people thank alarm clocks, wake 'em up
Every morning brother i gotta stay prayed up
Cause the pistol ain't gonna save my life when it's time to go
Its just in case i get a chance to retaliate
I used ain't have nothing positive to say
Doing my little five minutes of fame
Who done forget from which they came
Acknowledge his name, lord, you've been so good to me
Better than i've been to myself
Keep us in good health
The white mans food makes my stomach upchuck
But i gots'ta be strong, to defeat my enemies
For the kill, mac's in your side
Judging buildings, they can't be no playgrounds for these childrens
Hook
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11. _ World Party
Put up your lighter (x4)
Hook
Party, all night, fiesta, forever(x4)
(big gipp)
This be a party, for the whole world
Travel cross seas like that girl
We in the mind altering thangs
Couldn't leave it alone, we offered it a loan
Watch the porch jump straight to the ceiling
Hear the party drums beat for beat
So, some want us to leave, but they want more, the time came to sang
Peace, they brought the rain, to wash away the pain
So we all can party in the streets
(cee-lo)
Well, i don't know about you
But we all trying to play dumb
But don't you worry about me
I promise you we gonna get free
Just party
Hook
(khujo)
See your eyes be burgundy, and your body drop
Don't even look at your clock, ?skeet on your vest?
Or get up and watch the hands fly, in the middle of december
I wash the wife-beaters, heaters on full blast
With some ?? we like scavengers circling your block
While you do that your ?paper drop?
You better hop jump and skip, before we dip
Because we falling through you, like the bloods and crips
Gotta close your eyes and start dreaming
Everybody life got a little meaning
Got to spread your wings and start flying
If you living don't be worrying bout' dying
Just party
Hook
(cee-lo)
Whether fast or slow, face it, pace it and let yourself go
Might not get a chance to do it no mo'
Let the music take your mind, leave the worries of the world behind
Oh, such a beatiful sight for the blind
It remind me of a celebration
One nation under one rule
Its that you ain't got nothing to prove
Ohh, let the music move you, and sooth you, like its supposed to
Love is life, life is worth loving
Love is life, life is worth living (x2)
Hook
(t-mo)
T-mo cuts the record down to the bone
And now we back rapping on the microphone
I say signing autographs for little kids delight me
We can't help but be some stars in the shining night
See i was raised in the swats by my mom and pop
To be a cold little brother that you can't stop
On top of the charts, i'm a ladies man
The type of brother with heart, weak suckers can't stand
Cause i wanna be free, hear my spirit it's the clearest
Can you hear it in the gospel
I came down here cause i gotta believe
Don't follow me, i say i need someone to take me to the rave
Hook
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12. _ What It Ain't
[virtual vicky]
Now tlc will challenge goodie mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say 'what it is'
You scream 'what it ain't'
[left eye] (big gipp)
(battle zone, goodie)
1999 (yeah)
Tlc, m-o-b (and goodie mob)
The synergy of ghetto sounds for the y-2-g
(what'cha wanna do with it?)
What it is, what it ain't
(what?)
Either you bring it
(we gon' bring it)
Or you can't
Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there
(sometimes)
But we get by
(well what'cha wanna do with it)
One day at a time
[t-boz]
Stuck on me at waffle house
After 1:12, when i go out
Where do you hang?
Or do you slang?
Or wear a chain?
Wear platinum rings?
I still maintain my ghetto siren
Keep my pride
Get in my ride
Twenty-inch rims
I sport a brim
And when my girls
Go to the mall
Around the world
And keep the change
The finest things
We still remain so ooh
[chili]
You don't even look from across the room
You don't know enough about this world to
Ever get it on with me
Or hang out where i do
You don't even look from across the floor
You don't have game enough any more
Come up on a girl like me
And that's not a possibility cause
[t-mo]
You big plastic girl
I'mma big boss man
I like old model cars and big sedans
You like two doors
Frontin' their clothes and rolls
Or sit on the porch sip something real cold
I like the nine when you up and not o's
I do suits while you prefer the lows
Tonight i'mma choose cause you already chose
Grown for the business and i run to flow
[tlc]
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
[cee-lo]
Check it baby
So ghetto like hot fries
I come from melvin and resemble
Twenty-twenty with his blood shot eyes, got 32 loads
Went from two o's to 32 loads
Which is enough to buy a roll
But nobody knows
Stay in my place
Keep my diamonds out of your face
You wanna be with this player
You got play at my pace
I'm slow but i can still come over there from where you're from
If you want some bullshit you better buy you some
[chili]
You don't even look from across the room
You don't know enough about this world to
Ever get it on with me
Or hang out where i do
You don't even look from across the floor
You don't have game enough any more
Come up on a girl like me
And that's not a possibility cause
[khujo]
Shorty with your booty showin'
Shorty with your gold teeth
Shorty with your long nails
Shorty with your fake hair
Shorty got the attitude all up in the news
To represent the nineties girl
Doing it oh i need to
I got the back you got the front
That's how we do up in the woods
With the bump on the log, ain't no scrubs over here
I'mma ghetto millionaire, can you see me in the clear?
I'mma keep on serving 'em like i'm supposed to baby
[tlc]
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
1 - [goodie](tlc)
What it is
(what it ain't)
What it is
(what it ain't)
Repeat 1 (7x)
[left eye](big gipp)
Uh-huh, yeah, what?
Don't be suffocating my pockets
While i'm recitating these topics
Like where your g's, where your loot?
And you lookin' real dumb when you get the boot
What it is?
My road to me come from some of the hardest of streets
We custom navigate to the club
With some of the hardest of beats
What it ain't
Is you sleeping with all the shit i've been through?
Cause i'mma keep doing all the things that i gots to do
(i'm ghetto) uh dammit i'll put your ass to work
(i'm ghetto) comb your nappy hair till it hurts
[big gipp]
Oh what i'm saying
Stop using the rope take 'em real off these streets
Or you might hurt your throat
You know you ghetto
When you don't show up at court
For not paying your child support
Are you too bossier for me?
You act like you too good to eat
At church's, popeye's, and arby's
I shop at walter's bright creek
In a mall with steve and deke
I hang out at bankhead
You prefer buckhead
Your favorite color is hot pink
I love that gangsta red
[tlc]
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight with your money
Repeat 1 (4x)
[big gipp]
We'll stop here
*laughs*
Yeah, i lost one
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