Перевод: Гетто Кошки. Fro.
little thing we be, you be But you don't see the things we see [Prince Po] Time and time again, dawg, I be usin' them Confusin' em, copy cats, verbaly
and liquor stores SS 4 doors and 24's But where I'm from thats what we live for, the ghetto so [Hook 1:] If you're livin in the ghetto and your feelin
m coming express through your chest In the lex-gs, stop talking bs My watch is still flooded 850 for the budget Im rugged, cats get gutted, rhyme then
a Week, You just a family man, Tryin settle down, You on parole, So you scared to hold the metal now, You moved away from the hood, I'm in the ghetto
gave me a reason to be a damn heathen Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera Then I thought about, no footage while I ram her Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats
[Verse 1] There was a boy he lived in a big white house And he was quite happy there He knew the dog and the cats and his brother And the maid that
die I tell all my niggaz ride You won't leave with a dime, motherfuckers [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster Sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers Ghetto
from the ghetto Show them what they could have if they never settle Take every white kid from high class level Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto
rode a few kitties I made a few dollars, I bought a few bottles I popped a few collars then rocked a few models I've pushed a few buttons, left all you cats
a way of life! Yo check it! This is my boy, Tha Producer! [Chorus - Tha Producer] All you fags on Sunset, show me where the fuck you at. Scene kids, ghetto
For real, all the time, any place, anywhere Y'all niggaz could get it Act like y'all don't know (rapping) In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly Cats
the big man I done got big plans to be a little nigga in the big land Ghetto star, presidential all gift wrapped And what you call weight, I know cats
us, they can't touch us Why niggaz bring the ruckus? Because release day is bigger than Mandala's, motherfuckers Just some ghetto boys Livin' in these ghetto streets, these ghetto
, that's the code of the streets I didn't invent Niggas sketch my life out with malicious intent My skin color's got me trapped in a never ending ghetto
shit Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song, bitch Thug war, jet-black cats kick in your
spittin' The cat drippin', look in the mirror your's a fat kitten pussy All I wanted growing up was remote controls Now my whole life remote control, hit the block Dope control, got ghetto