Goodie Mob, TLC - What It Ain't (Ghetto Enuff) lyrics

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'

(Battle zone, Goodie) 1999 (yeah)
TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob)
The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y-2-G
(Whatcha 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 whatcha wanna do with it)
One day at a time

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 side (yeah)
Keep my pride get in my ride
Twenty-inch rims i sport a brim
Hang with my girls go to the mall
Around the world and keep the change
The finest things will still remain so ooh

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 (O oh)
Don't even look from across the floor
You don't have game enough any more (To)
To come up on a girl like me
And that's not a possibility cause

You a 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 cold
I like the nine when you up and not O's
I do sweets while you prefer the lows
Tonight I'mma choose cause you already chose
Grown for the business and I run the flow

Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me (What?)
And you ain't hot enough for me (Enuff)
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight wit yo money (Uh)
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me (What?)
And you ain't hot enough for me
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight wit yo money

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 Rolls
Hey, but nobody knows stay at my place
Keep my diamonds out of your face
You wanna be with this player
You gotta 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

(O oh) 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 (O oh)
Don't even look from across the floor
You don't have game enough any more (To)
Come up on a girl like me
And that's not a possibility cause

Shorty wear yo booty shorts
Shorty wear yo gold teeth
Shorty wear yo long nails
Shorty wear yo 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 fronts
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
If you see me in the clear
I'mma keep on serving 'em like
I'm supposed to baby

Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me (Ohhhhh)
And you ain't hot enough for me (Ohh)
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight wit yo money
(Tight wit yo money)
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me (What?)
And you ain't hot enough for me (Hot for me)
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight wit yo money (Money)

What it is (What it ain't)
What it is (What it ain't)
What it is (What it ain't)
What it is (What it ain't)
What it is (What it ain't)
What it is (What it ain't)
What it is (What it ain't)
What it is (What it ain't)
What it is (What it ain't)
What it is (What it ain't)
What it is (What it ain't)
What it is, yeah dope (What it ain't)
What it is (What it ain't, Uh huh)
What it is (What it ain't, yeah)
What it is (What it ain't)
What it is (What it ain't, What? Huh?)

Don't be suffocating my pockets
While I'm resuscitating 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 on 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

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 bougie 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

Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
And you ain't hot enough for me (Gangsta red)
And you ain't fly enough for me
And you're too tight wit yo 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 wit yo 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 wit yo money
Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me
(You ain't ghetto enough)
And you ain't hot enough for me
(And you ain't hot enough)
And you ain't fly enough for me
(And you definitely ain't fly enough)
And you're too tight wit yo money
(Just a little bit too tight)

What it is (What it is, What it ain't)
What it is (What it ain't, What it ain't)
What it is (What it ain't, What it ain't)
What it is (What it ain't, What it ain't)
What it is (What it ain't, What it is)
What it is (What it ain't, What it ain't)
What it is (What it ain't, Uh)
What it is (What it ain't, Uh)

A strawberry (What it is) laughs
Yeah, a large one