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(feat. Ludacris, Rick James) [Busta Rhymes:] Uh, y'know, this time as we circle around the block, as we travel through the hood Ya mean? This time I had to pick up one of my homies to help me tour guide you again through the hood - my nigga Luda! [Rick James - sampled from "Ghetto Life" + (Busta Rhymes):] When I was a young boy, (REMIX!) growin up in the ghetto! (REMIX!) Hangin out on corners, (REMIX!) singin with the fellas (REMIX!) Lookin for the cute chicks, (Flipmode, bitch) tryin to find me big fun (DTP) Lookin for some trouble, (Yeah, yeah) or anyone who'll give me some (Here we go!) I was young and crazy! (In the ghetto) (REMIX!) Didn't know what my life would be (In the ghetto) (REMIX!) I was dumb and oh so lazy (In the ghetto) (REMIX!) Something had a spell on me (In the ghetto) (REMIX!) You all know what I'm talkin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (And as we continue on) You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (We gon' continue to travel through every ghetto through every part of this motherfucking planet, ya heard?) Ghetto liiiiiiiiife (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (LET'S GO!) [Busta Rhymes:] (In the ghetto) Crackheads all over the place Where they be stockpile dry boogers on they face Where they mother put spit up on they finger - wiping it off Or put a knife to the skin of a few - slicing it off Where younger kids be looking at the older man funny, like he trifling SongtexteRecycling soda can money My niggaz ball now and youngins try to ball later While they hustle, muzzle em, selling a final call paper For the perm, when you see the black hair natural Crackhead'll off a nigga's head for a capsule Find alot of good game, alot of hood fame Police know alot of niggaz by they first name Experience your first struggle, and you'll see your first pain Get your first drug money, it'll be your first chain Now, and even when it looks like shit is getting worse Up in the ghetto, regardless I'm a rep the hood first Gotta love it [Chorus: Rick James + (Ludacris)] (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (Remix, yeah, we know about that ghetto life, remix) Ghetto liiiiiiiiife (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (Luda! Check it out, look) [Ludacris:] (In the ghetto) That ghetto life sure is drastic! All the furniture's covered in plastic Hand-me-down brothers with past clothes Milk crates as basketball goals Lil kids go to SLEEP for dinner Use hangers as t.v. antennaes We drink kool-aid without the water And most kids is without they father Use pots and pans for roof leaks Crackheads with average 2 teeth Tell grandmama to stay strong The ambulance is taking to LONG! Lil babies out playing in the street Use the oven and stove as HEAT! Alot of tests and daily scars And we gotta drink out of jelly jars when [Chorus:] (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto liiiiiiiiife (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto liiiiiiiiife (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) [Busta Rhymes:] (In the ghetto) Look, see the shit so simple Kids watch what we do with the project windows Selling drugs on the strip, hoping that your chips grow Hanging clothes on the line, hoping that the wind blow To dry that shit off, you know that it ain't really that Gotta save money for that food, fuck the laundromat Despite the struggle and all No matter how the thing pop Forever repping the ghetto Can't stop, won't stop [Ludacris:] Yeah! Playing hide-and-go seek don't seem right Playing red light, green light (In the ghetto) You get beat with extention cords And the cops got friends of yours (In the ghetto) Whatchamacallit, thingamajigs, what's-her-face and what's-her-name is up (In the ghetto) No heat so you shiver up And the pizza man don't deliver up (In the ghetto) [Outro: Rick James + (backup singers)] (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I'm talkin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I'm singin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto liiiiiiiiife (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (In the ghetto) "Never mind who you thought I was, I'm Rick James BITCH! " [applause] "Cocaine is a hell of a drug" Aus Songtexte Mania