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From hood to hood they see what's hoodAnd know who I be! uh!I got the Yankee leaning, just sitting over to browseAnd the G4 is just getting over the cloudsYou can't tell me that I ain't what's up right nowI got a bottle of Tequila upside downThere's some chicks wit boyfriends that are up tight nowCause they know the big 'dog' had a 'pups' like wowI'm stuck in my city waysHeading over seas wit a zip of New York City's hazeYou rats can keep running through your city's mazeUntil you get sprayed with the pesticideI know you in that hole, you best to hideLike the rest who tried, who went and testifiedOf course your girl wanna slide over and be rubbedAnd don't mind taking rides over the G dubsI ride Rovers on Spre-dubsPlease don't be another dude who died over a ski dub, chill[Chorus:]From hood to hood they see what's hood and know who I beFrom block to block they see it, not can't know who I beFrom state to state they cannot hate, they know who I beFrom the east to west, through the Mid West and down south it's Ghetto!(It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto!Songtexte(It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto!I get it jumping like a lo lo '64And bet they hop on it like a pogo stick proI'm chilling wit these go go chicks thoughThat do the kind of things that belong in a porno flick yoYou know it's him and the gangWith the bling worked on, that remind you of lemon meringueBut remember the things, ain't too farAnd y'all wanna hear em go bang bang bangLike John Witherspoon, I'm watching em closelyI know the snakes gonna slither soonThe two toned Maybach's getting delivered soonThe back feels like sitting in the living roomI'm so hard bodied like the suit on BatmanIt's that man that back to back plat' scanI'm back for the third time, I make words rhyme for a livingYou probably heard I'm still ghetto, nigga![Chorus]They tried to put two 9's on me, just like GretzkyBut my lawyer saw through it just like wet teesI smoke till my eyes look just like Jet Li'sOn islands where the water's blue just like PepsiYeah the trigger just might get squeezedAnd the slugs will skip over your waves, just like jet skisHoes know Ghetto from New York, call em the Fresh PrinceAnd throw rose petals when I walkThey love how I came back hard like good blowAnd I'm still a heart throb to a hood hoThat's what hood though, yes I would knowThat's cause I'm in the streets like man hole coversRims look like blades when a fan blow brotherI'm waiting on a storm to land, roast othersThe man no other, cause I been in itMy time is money, y'all couldn't buy ten minutesI'm gone! catch up![Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania