Ghetto (feat. T-Pain)

Verse 1

Long nails, pack of weave

dutches and a bag of weed

that's all a bitch like you need

you from the f**king ghetto

that Reggie Miller that you push

don't be burning like that Cush

you gone need that Reggie bush

f**king with the ghetto

moscato filling up my cup

run outs we don't give a f**k

new folk get me so f**ked up

coming from the ghetto

so watch it when you in tha south

and watch what you say out your mouth

and watch yo step cuz slippers count

when you in the ghetto

wife beater, nigga Tim's

slide in with some bigger rims

flip a key and hit the flee

and go an get some bigger gyms

tha hood is in the building man

I'll get you in your feelings man

It's some s**t outside your house

with rims tha size of ceiling fans

I'm the pride of King Kong

I'm stomping through the Congo

I can make it clap clap, beat it like a bongo

cat got your tongue

you tell that pussy let you tongue go

wouldn't of did this s**t right here

so gutter but the song so

Chorus

Ghetto, country, hood, ratchet

put your hands up if you f**king that s**t

ghetto, ya know opposite of busse

twelve inch yaki, big round booties

ghetto

way to hello, say I'm ghetto

fly with the medal

tell em that it is what it is

I make it do what it do

and i love where i live

and my people love it too, cuz we ghetto

Verse 2

You in the Benz in the projects

lights in yo mama's name

you hustle lock yo celly

and that's the third time yo number changed

transport airbrush, outside speakers on

Valentino pu**y huggers

high heel sneakers on

my feet done, nails too

all on the front porch

you cooking in some Vicki's ass

hanging out yo boy shorts

Camouflage stiletto's

and diamonds on her metro

tatted silhouettes, cuz wet is just so fu**ing ghetto

dope game, bond man

bonds money, bonds man

that's how you spend funds man

when you in the ghetto

if you make your money easy

and yo swag is off tha heezy

and yo favorite rapper Jeezy

you are muthaf**king ghetto

hundred dollar jeans on

price tag bragging

but tha world kiss yo ass

so you where them f**ka's sagging

cd of the newest choice

and Nike's be tha shoe of choice

candy paint, 24's

boosters, hoes, and licka stores

(ghetto, so fu**ing ghetto)

Chorus (1X)

Verse 3

Tomboys, hot boys

hammer laying in your lap

got bitches laying in your bed

and robbers laying in your trap

dubs on the four wheela

TV's in the headrest

and hundred dolla best

cuz he was tricking give tha head best

section eight with chase

eviction notice getting served

child support, hood homes

advance on the f**king third

bootleg DVD's

Rico had anotha kid

Income tax checks

you claiming other people's kids

more hard gold teeth, tattoos dreadlocks

you serving out tha room window

oh now you call it bedrock

lace front, long lashes

looking for a trap star

now every nigga in the ghetto

he thinkin he a rap star

fully automatic stick

out a town a dummy brick

now watch him role and watch him stick

when you in the ghetto

pills, dro, kid, blow

and people you don't wanna know

weed bags, corner stores

it's so muthaf**in ghetto

Chorus (1X)