LYRICS:
[Trina - Verse 1]:
Long nails pack of weave
Dutchers and a bag of weed
That’s all a bitch like you need
You from the f-ckin’ ghetto
The bed you mill the bet you push
don’t be burning like that kush
You gon’ need that reggie bush
fuck you with the ghetto
Moscato fillin’ up my cup
Run outs we don’t give a f-ck
Nuvo get me so f-cked up
..coming from the ghetto
so watch it when you in the south
and watch what you say out your mouth
and watch your step ’cause slippers count
When you in the ghetto
Wife beater n-gger Timbs
Flied out with some bigger rims
Flip a key and hit the flea
and go and get some bigger jeans
The hood is in the building man
I hit you in your feelings man
Get some shit outside your house
with rims the size of ceiling fans
I am the product king kong
I am stopping through the condo
and I can make clap clap
beat it like a bongo
Cat got your tongue
you tell that pussy let your tongue go
Wouldn’t did this shit right here, so gutta – but the song so..
[T-Pain - Chorus]:
Ghetto, Country hood – ratchet
Put your hands up
If you’re f-cking with that sh-t
Ghetto
You know – opposite of booshe
Twelve inch yachey – big round booties
Ghetto, wave too ‘em hello, say I’m ghetto
Ride with the medal
Tell ‘em that it is what it is
it makes you do what you do
and I love where I live
and my people love it too
Cause we Ghetto..
[Trina - Verse 2]:
You got the Benz’ in the project – lights in ya mama’s name
You hustle like you sellin’, ain’t that the 3rd time your number changed
Dreads rolled airbrushed, outside – speakers on
Valentino p-ssy huggers, high heel sneakers on
My feet done nails too
All on the front porch
You cookin’ in some Vickey’s ass hangin’ out your boy shorts
Camera flash Stiletto, and diamonds on her metro
Tatted Silouette, cause wet is just
so f-ckin’ 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 your swag is off the heazy, and your favorite rapper Jeezy
You are motherf-ckin’ Ghetto
Hundred dollar jeans on, price tag braggin’
But the world kiss your ass, so you wear them f-ckers saggin’
CD of the newest choice, and they be the shoe of choice – Candy paint, 24s
Boots the hoes th, and liquor stores
(So f-cking ghetto..)
[T-Pain - Chorus]:
Ghetto, Country hood – ratchet
Put your hands up
If you’re f-cking with that sh-t
Ghetto
You know – opposite of booshe
Twelve inch yachey – big round booties
Ghetto, wave too ‘em hello say I’m ghetto
Ride with the medal
Tell ‘em that it is what it is
it makes you do what you do
and I love where I live
and my people love it too
Cause we Ghetto..
[Trina - Verse 3]:
Top boys, hard boys – hammer layin’ in ya lap
Got bitches layin’ in ya bed, and robbers layin’ in your trap
dubs on the fourwheeler – TVs and the head-rest
and hundred dollar best see what’s trickin’ – give the head best
Section 8 wic-checks, eviction notice gettin served
Chapter cho-hood home – stamps on the f-ckin’ third – Bootleg DVDs,
Rico act another bid, in-come-tax checks – you clamin’ other peoples’ kids
Mo-hawk gold teeth, tattoo’s dread locks
You’re server out the room window, n-now you call it Bedrock?
Lace fronts, long lashes, lookin’ for a trap star
Now every n-gga in the ghetto – he thinkin’ he a rap star
Fully automatic stick – how to town a dummy brick
Now watch him roll and watch him stick, wh-when you in the Ghetto
Pills dro kin-blow, and people you don’t wanna know
Weed bag corner store, so motherfuckin’ Ghetto..
[T-Pain - Chorus]:
Ghetto, Country hood – ratchet
Put your hands up
If you’re f-cking with that sh-t
Ghetto
You know – opposite of booshe
Twelve inch yachey – big round booties
Ghetto, wave too ‘em hello say I’m ghetto
Ride with the medal
Tell ‘em that it is what it is
it makes you do what you do
and I love where I live
and my people love it too
Cause we Ghetto..
