Joe Budden - Ghetto America lyrics

Turn a little bit C4 (Come on)

No, I ain't the type to be toyed with
Play with
Or played like, "Nah, not at all my man"
Me and all my fam with them M16's
And if it's against me, abort that plan
It's like
Just when you thought he wasn't lookin'
I saw that man
Turn into Jigsaw, I might saw that man
Then somebody might snitch like
"I saw that man"
Turn my jam up loud for the man of the hour
Fans Hampton and never ran out of cowards
Keep a gun by me
I learnt that from Cam up in
"Fam, you want grams and that powder?"
Some dirty dudes with me like they
Ain't big fans of the shower
Me? I let the mouths of
And hire your house out like I'm Angela

Ghetto America, lend me your ear
Got some things that I need you to hear
And it go like: Money, cars, hoes
Guns that pop loud
Those the only things us ghetto niggas about
Now Jersey (Come on) Queens niggas (Come on)
Brooklyn () Harlem (Come on)
Ladies get naked, niggas can get
Know I'ma be ghetto till I die, tell 'em why

G's up (G's up) , hoes down (Hoes down)
If the bitch can't swim she gon' drown (yeah)
And if the broads singin' 'round
These parts of town
She know it's about to go nah
Chill, hold the fuck up, wait a minute
I spit like I'm starving
Ain't ate for a minute
Jump low, man, like Robert for a minute
Might take your coat
You could stay for a minute

A few pretty broads wan' fuck me for my
So my bitch now bodybagged, ugly
Uh, huh, thick hips, low self-esteem
With big lips
She's real good at lining up business
Yeah, fuck niggas, nobody's a friend of
(Nah) I can't call it
Been like that since Kindergar'
Learnt somethin', giving out seminars
Been a star, plus dude rock like Pat Benatar
You won't niggas spittin' like him
Coughin' up, spittin' that phlegm
Like somebody's President is sippin' that gin
What I gotta do? Line niggas up
And just rip 'em like
There's some other fags tryna play me
I thought Musiq Soulchild was the
Only nigga half crazy
But, I guess not, Joey, no guest spots
And now that all that out the way, let's rock
Come on

Ghetto America, lend me your ear
Got some things that I need you to hear
And it go like: Money, cars, hoes
Guns that pop loud
Those the only things us ghetto niggas about
Now Jersey (Come on) Queens niggas (Come on)
Brooklyn Harlem (Come on)
Ladies get naked, niggas can get
Know I'ma be ghetto till I die, tell 'em why
Ghetto America, lend me your ear
Got some things that I need you to hear
And it go like: Money, cars, hoes
Guns that pop loud
Those the only things us ghetto niggas about
Now Jersey (Come on) Queens niggas (Come on)
Brooklyn Harlem (Come on)
Ladies get naked, niggas can get
Know I'ma be ghetto till I die, tell 'em why

Say turn it up, "Turn it up"
Say turn it up, "Turn it up"