Goodie Mob - Ghetto-ology Lyrics
Uh-huh, been here been realStill clear south westYall niggas wanna do somethin with it?Yall niggas wanna do somethin with it?Chorus:Now from that ghettoGhetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghettoGot one foot in, one foot out...Of the ghettoGhetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghettoThats why I know the things I know!In the ghettoGhetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghettoAnd some of my friends done died befoIn the ghettoGhetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghettoThats why I cant seem to let goChiefton:How do you feel when you judge quickAnd you all up in my face and I aint even spit?Just like them folk that say they know me from my old daysI know you wonderin about my spirit and my old ways!You hearin me spittin the piece of mind, got you froze in timePlayin catch-up with yourselfIm on another level, and you can say Im dead wrongEven if you stay homeThey gotta fight because you livin in a war zoneHead strongCant leave it lone till they get and they goneSo now Im stylin, my momma bout to travelinHe be hangin with them monsters and they smilinAnd my babies coughin, thinkin they have tbAnd they neva call him daily in that wee-weeSo what I find is to eliminate the problemBefo they cause problemsBefo we have problemscause you thought you had it sewed upUntil that green house grew all of a suddenSho nuff, it showed upNow you didnt know he had it in himThe venomIt fits the test and Im gon (win) himThen the ride, cant be cryin got it steady nowYou need to find out, there aint no time-outsYou cant sign-out, better than whine outDont drop the gun cause the street is gettin packed nowJust let cones bang the ground, dont you back down!For its the fate, that brought you to this place nowSo let it guide you and take you to that touch-downAnd stay ground, so that you can stay proudcause one in, and one quickChorusT-mo:I got these jokers with their eyes redDrinkin too much, got deadI make you shout it if yous in the burbsHerbs beware.Its from the one that data compareLogistic, chicken biscuitThis winter, he will forget the cold through a songAnd my (party wrong), and my weak is strongJust kept his back turned, yearnedFor destruction bustin microphonesBlessed the unprotected soulLettin go, call him too muchWill get you off for sureWatch (? ? ? ? ? ? ? )(? ? ? ? ) top plateWhats gon save you from the hands of (why)When them guys gone, and you (bet) home in the ghettoGipp:They trappin him off within thenLook at the fonky redeadDone flipped them all as deadPaint wet, now Im setFight the shit, watch it hitBlock lot,Neighborhood charcoalsAnd that old (mark-o? )After dawn, on the porch(got gone), mind blownFashioned like,Niggas sold, new or oldIts gettin sold in the ghettoChorusCee-lo:Now from the go childMy name is loGod done gave me this vision quite some time agoHe taught me shout it when you (talk chance the blow? )You preach that real shit till you cant doubt no moNow wait a minute yall, I am the oneThat ride the rhythm from midnight to the morning sunI do it for the freedom, finance, and forever funNow revolution of the mind has already begunNow just a second yallIt got to beFor every thought is fulfilled in the prophecyIm supernatural and there is no stoppin meEven the ghetto is still gods property!CmonKhujo:Ever since you was a youngster the devil beenOver your soul, like this one-eyed monsterAint no in between you either off or onNever pass judgementBut the feeling is mutualPass the hog mog, tryin to drown meAfter years of gravelYou promised no rest to (blow) in weeksI know you aint choppin in the next man footprintsWobblin like a duckStuck, crawlin out the same holeMe dont promote no mysterious behavior(pimped) and be deadI used to flow, my high school goalIt come through in the ghetto!Chorus
