pretty music Those pretty boys got pretty, pretty, pretty girls Come and dance with me, check my pants you'll see My bathroom is a funky kind of ghetto
s the, City of Angels and constant danger South Central LA, can't get no stranger Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb Watchin the ghetto bird
help me navigate Thru this hate retaliate, it's official I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb When I hit you Push the issue My ghetto
notes is fallin' from the sky, by now the credits roll They're starrin' Nas, executive poet, produced directed by The Kid Slash Escobar narration describes The lives of lost tribes in the ghetto
that, might as well call me pool 'coz I'm gettin' splashed And that Lamborghini liftin' the stash Even gettin' the mass while some haze be mixed wit the hash
or went hand to hand Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash
went hand to hand Me, I don't know nothin' 'bout takin' the stand I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout dro or hash
no spot or went hand to hand Me, I don't know nothin' 'bout takin' the stand I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout dro or hash
up to pawn drop-top Jaguars, Lock on you when you step in the car, That's the superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius, Cease roll the hashes
pounds Pack another bowl in the pipe if you want hell Maybe we can lace another load, make the song sell Let me roll this hash leaf kush in the middle
we stop it? Do they ask you your religion before you rent an apartment? Is the answer burning Korans So that we can defend Islamics? The end upon us with a hash
hot shit Perfected but not invented Rhymes from the ego driven self centered Entered the fast lane and never got dented Life in a flash hypes blunts and hash
call off the deeds! My baby mother wit' another brother wit' cash They drive by, roll down the window and laugh. I solve all my problems wit' indo and hash
life up in the ghetto) Everyday Everyday(and you know it aint easy!) Everyday Everyday(Ooh Im hustlin) Everyday(and Im strugglin) Everyday Ooo-oooh-ooh Everyday Im livin in the ghetto
black enough for BET Just let me be Give me all my royalty money And let me greed and Ima have hoes for six and hash for three Recognize, recognize,
Like Capone-N-Noreaga like the weed and hash We stick together like coke, like we still sell drugs Bad seeds from the ghetto but we still get love We
about it in most interviews I just laugh Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass One feed me mangoes, the other lightin' my hash Rap tabloids write
Keepin' it real I take a shot of Hennessey Now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my
