Black Sheep - Still in the Ghetto lyrics

I guess I gotta give 'em
Headaches over headbanging beat breaks
Lyrics know the moment cause you
Rode 'em to my scrotum
Hoping makes a pretty penny, if any
One of many, we're coming through
Smacking ya with something we seen in
'Street Fighter I I '
Big D is like E honda, bite like Blancka
Or flip Ms chun Li, best be easy, baby
You'll get the fair fist
From the Figaro niggero
Sopranos get dismantled, too hot to handle
I am brrr! Feel the Hawk when I talk
Then non-speaking half-Puerto Rican brother
From New York
Boy, I'll smack you wit a?corlota coat hero?
You didn't figure nigga I'll smoke ya
Sharp duck, I'm running amuck
I jump up on the mic to prove
I give less than a fuck peep it


I freak it then sneak it across the border
Not troublemakers and we're not
Taking your order
The water, don't wanna be deceived
I'm bucking some change
Now I feel fucking naive
Cause, I'm living my day beat
In the city of scum
I'm in a different one daily and it's yours
That's the one
That got drop, crooked cop shoot sure shots
Putting technically emphatically people
In plots
Now that I go pass go, I don't know, yo, bro
I feel like I'm still in the ghetto

Put me in a house on the hill
(still in the ghetto)
Hit me till my tanks on filled
(still in the ghetto)
Get me a job so I don't have to rob
Why do I wanna kill (still in the ghetto)

Now bust it, sit back, I'm bout to rip it
Trust it, the styles like lusted
And wicked, loosely, who me I'm groovy
I saw 'Fritz the Cat' when it
Was in the fucking movies
Cause, I go back like pitching
Pennies on a project step
One of five when the boulevard live
When a rebel pulled a card, steady yard
I ride around and rip the niggy get dope
It's just too hard
Why brothers kill one another
Like coppers get undercovers
When all we really got is one another
A brother could feed me but if it needs me
If I'm greedy
Then what of myself do I discover
Say what I know, see what I saw
Do what I did so, kid
I'm sliding through the door
To kick it with the shorty wit
His eye on the tech
Kick it with the chick with
The wick on the check
Kick it to the crew that's not all safe sex
Even kick it wit the man wit
A plate pig neck juice
Kid, I get loose like a ferret
Why front? I've been rocking
Suit's since the Parrot
Le bourgeoisie negro, kid, I'm crazy ghetto
Yeah, yo, tiptoe through your road wit amigos
Ready or not, here come the Sheep to relieve
Pull it off the cuff while
We're wearing short sleeves
Get it, got it, good
Put it in your stereo and
Blast it in your hood

Put me in a house on the hill
(still in the ghetto)
Hit me till my tanks on filled
(still in the ghetto)
Get me a job so I don't have to rob
Why do I wanna kill (still in the ghetto)

Now if it's checkers, chess, or soul survivor
I'm gonna catch wreck like I
Was a drunk driver
But how's your hand-o in the ghetto?
Only thing you got is what
You had from the get (ready) go
Yo, you can't trust even if you're tight
Cause they hug with the left
Stab you with the right
Love ya Astoria and Bland by Corona
I'm still the same
I still got game like Barcelona
Don't think I forgot where I've been when
You see me in a crowd
Come in, no one's allowed
I hope I make you proud
And as for those that never liked me
You can go to hell and sight see

The past is an ash, gone like spent cash
Peace, boom bash, I won't dash
I'm rollin through your region
With the Legion, reason
Thought it was a rabbit, kid
It's duck season
Don't think up I'm letting selling out
Don't forget and
Don't think I won't represent man
Take a brother out and where he was is in him
Drop 'em then I'm wearing silk, corduroy
Or denim make your mom's momma or make
Your kids do the jerk
Comments couldn't faze me if they
Came from Captain Kirk
On the ground I can do
In the sand I can do 'em
Throw a rhyme beat like my
Name were Warren Moon
Hold back, wild black, I never turn blue
I'm chilling with Candy Innocent
We're both bound to
Get ready for the new, yo, we'll show it
Call the record week and it'll be
Here before you know it
So on the real, don't sweat
Where's my bed's at no matter where it goes
I know where my heads at

Put me in a house on the hill
(still in the ghetto)
Hit me till my tanks on filled
(still in the ghetto)
Get me a job so I don't have to rob
Why do I wanna kill (still in the ghetto)