Bun B, Cory Mo, Z-Ro - The Geto lyrics
[Bun B, Cory Mo, Z-Ro - The Geto lyrics]
(The ghetto, Cory Mo)
Talkin' 'bout the ghetto (The ghetto)
Motherfuckin' ghetto (The ghetto)
Stay on yo' grind (The ghetto)
'Cause, I'm gettin' mine (The ghetto)
Even though these niggas are shiesty
And so are the hoes
Might break in ya house just
To steal ya clothes (God damn)
When you can be real but ya still a ho
(Still a ho)
Watch yourself around here, they'll kill ya
Bro! Biggest gang 'round here is the HPD
And most of the bad bitches got HPV
(That bitch burnеd, man)
Lil' homies barely know they ABCs
But thеy already murderers and drank babies
(Drank babies)
My homegirl sell crack and do taxes (Ayy)
Bitch got a cool hunnid
Thousand in the mattress (Ayy)
Homie like
"Fuck a shootin' range what's practice?"
He rather shoot at people for fun
He just active (He just active)
Might show a lil' love, I don't love him
Though! (Nope)
Might give a nigga dap, I don't trust him
Though! (Hell nah)
It's real dirty but I'm clean in this bitch
(Clean in this bitch)
But, I know how to move 'cause
I'm the king of this shit (Ayy, ayy, oh)
The ghetto!
(The ghetto)
Talkin' 'bout the ghetto (The ghetto)
Motherfuckin' ghetto (The ghetto)
Tryna live our life (The ghetto)
Won'tcha tell us 'bout it, Bun B?
(The ghetto)
Welcome to the ghetto
The place that we call home
Where the hustlers, gangstas, and D-boys roam
Where the parkin' lot is covered up
Wit' Swisher Sweets dumped out
Kids on the way to school
See a body slumped out
Single mothers try to raise they children
And keep 'em from slangin' dope
In front of they buildin'
Or runnin' 'round wit' a gun, tryna rob
Watch you ride the city bus
And two part-time jobs
Boys reppin' for the hood
Throwin' they set up
When the opps spit on the block
Ya might get wet up
And grandmothers show the preacher big love
Meanwhile, he take her tithes
To the strip club
And young girls gettin' pregnant
By grown-ass men
'Cause they daddies locked up
Doin' time in the pen
And the fake thugs all cap, flexin' for clout
While me and my people tryna
Get out of the ghetto
(The ghetto)
My niggas all dyin' (The ghetto)
Police keep lyin' (The ghetto)
Kids bein' raised by the streets (The ghetto)
Got thousand dollar shoes on they feet
(The ghetto)
Tryna get out of the ghetto (The ghetto)
But we really don't wanna go (The ghetto)
I made up my mind I'ma stay right here
(The ghetto) vandross (The ghetto)
Talkin' 'bout the ghetto (The ghetto)
Motherfuckin' ghetto (The ghetto)
Stay on yo' grind (The ghetto)
'Cause, I'm gettin' mine (The ghetto)
Even though these niggas are shiesty
And so are the hoes
Might break in ya house just
To steal ya clothes (God damn)
When you can be real but ya still a ho
(Still a ho)
Watch yourself around here, they'll kill ya
Bro! Biggest gang 'round here is the HPD
And most of the bad bitches got HPV
(That bitch burnеd, man)
Lil' homies barely know they ABCs
But thеy already murderers and drank babies
(Drank babies)
My homegirl sell crack and do taxes (Ayy)
Bitch got a cool hunnid
Thousand in the mattress (Ayy)
Homie like
"Fuck a shootin' range what's practice?"
He rather shoot at people for fun
He just active (He just active)
Might show a lil' love, I don't love him
Though! (Nope)
Might give a nigga dap, I don't trust him
Though! (Hell nah)
It's real dirty but I'm clean in this bitch
(Clean in this bitch)
But, I know how to move 'cause
I'm the king of this shit (Ayy, ayy, oh)
The ghetto!
(The ghetto)
Talkin' 'bout the ghetto (The ghetto)
Motherfuckin' ghetto (The ghetto)
Tryna live our life (The ghetto)
Won'tcha tell us 'bout it, Bun B?
(The ghetto)
Welcome to the ghetto
The place that we call home
Where the hustlers, gangstas, and D-boys roam
Where the parkin' lot is covered up
Wit' Swisher Sweets dumped out
Kids on the way to school
See a body slumped out
Single mothers try to raise they children
And keep 'em from slangin' dope
In front of they buildin'
Or runnin' 'round wit' a gun, tryna rob
Watch you ride the city bus
And two part-time jobs
Boys reppin' for the hood
Throwin' they set up
When the opps spit on the block
Ya might get wet up
And grandmothers show the preacher big love
Meanwhile, he take her tithes
To the strip club
And young girls gettin' pregnant
By grown-ass men
'Cause they daddies locked up
Doin' time in the pen
And the fake thugs all cap, flexin' for clout
While me and my people tryna
Get out of the ghetto
(The ghetto)
My niggas all dyin' (The ghetto)
Police keep lyin' (The ghetto)
Kids bein' raised by the streets (The ghetto)
Got thousand dollar shoes on they feet
(The ghetto)
Tryna get out of the ghetto (The ghetto)
But we really don't wanna go (The ghetto)
I made up my mind I'ma stay right here
(The ghetto) vandross (The ghetto)