| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| My life is a movie
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| Yeah, I came from the mud
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| Came from the bottom
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| Spot 'em, I got 'em
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| I bought a bandana for 600 dollars
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| Mr. Miyagi
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| I like that pussy real soggy
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| I bought her noodles and sake
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| Favorite meal used to be chocolate
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| I used to stay with my cousins
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| Heat the house up with the oven
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| Airport tried to make us move without payin' us
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| We told 'em we ain’t budgin'
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| We stole our cable from next door
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| It was still a finesse though
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| I’m still here, where the rest go?
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| This right here manifesto
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| I got some gold on my front tooth
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| And my hair grow like it’s kudzu
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| Told her take a hike like hut two
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| I was raised by the Huxtables
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| I was raised in apartments
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| Right up under that yellow light
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| Right on top of that bando
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| Stand on the couch when I feel like, yeah!
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| Yeah, I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| Can’t make no excuses
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| My life is a movie
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| Please accept my apologies
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| This a biography
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| See through you niggas like radio-ology
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| Yeah, I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| I dip my bread in the Kool-Aid
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| My partner wrecked the new car
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| He only had that bitch two days
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| When you was rockin' the new Js
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| I was servin' some new Js
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| Went to the prom in a J car
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| He had just bought a new Mustang
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| Now I walked around with a digi scale
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| Paraphernalia in fingernails
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| Yeah you did dirt, but you finna tell
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| I used to get 20 of 'em in the mail, yeah!
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| Yeah, I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| Can’t make no excuses
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| My life is a movie
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| I put hot sauce on my tater chips
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| The fact I said tater chips
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| Back on that crazy shit
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| Me and Ruth Chris, we got a relationship
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| Yeah I’m ghetto as fuck
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| I told 'em I got that strong
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| Tell 'em meet me up the street
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| For Christmas I want me a stove
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| For Christmas I want me a scale
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| For Christmas I want me some sandwich bags
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| If I go to the hospital
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| Better put rims on the ambulance
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| Better put lean in my IV
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| Nurse better have double Ds
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| Rest in peace to Double D
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| I’m from the ghetto, we a hundred deep
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| Yeah, I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| Can’t make no excuses
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| I’m ghetto, excuse me
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| My life is a movie
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| You know, as kids we don’t choose where we grow up at. |
| You know,
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| it’s a living arrangement, it’s a living situation. |
| You know, but I’m thankful
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| for everything that I’ve been through, for every seed that’s been planted.
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| You know, everything that grew on me. |
| You dig what I’m sayin'? |
| I come from
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| that. |
| I’m goin' this way, though. |
| You dig what I’m sayin'? |
| Yeah, straight up,
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| a ghetto child, though, man. |
| Super duper blessed, man, super duper blessed.
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| Really anointed, anointed by the Lord so you know, I’m supposed to be here,
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| you know what I’m sayin'? |
| But excuse me, please, excuse me. |
| I’m tryna go that
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| way… that way |