to break in and he called the cops Then you ghetto We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
there sellin' out man Why they goin' out like that man? Yo, sellin' out like it ain't nothin' man I ain't with it Dig it, I'm just a brother from L.
get yo' ass in and let's R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E, yeah And let's R I I I I I I D E Check 'em out now R I I I I I I D E
We make moves in stage coaches Ra Digga likes the roaches if anyone approaches We be like noches, buenos And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers R
potion with verse fire and simmer, my man And stay shoutin out the home team wherever I am: it's the B-R-O double akh-K-L-wY-liN out The cowboys who
, Terror Squad, Triple Seis, baby Up and comin', son, I'm comin' for all that shit, son The crown and all that knawmean? I rep N.Y. The Boogie Down, baby, L.V., R
know Aww yeah! Another ABC smash gonna make ya mad! Uh come on come on everybody And guess who's up next, kick it! L I L' D A V E 4 feet shorty of the
' know Aww yeah, another ABC smash gonna make ya mad Uh, come on, come on everybody And guess who's up next, kick it L I L D A V E, 4 feet shorty of
Yeah! Come on! What it is? It's the P-L-A -N-E-T R-O-C-K Kweli, B-K S E-L A- V I You could tell I be Hell a free like college radio W Q H T gonna play
Ridgemont 4 'cause that's my hood Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know I gotta get a fucking P L A T but first a G O L D, a motherfucking plack I
Ridgemont 4, cause that's my hood Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O L-D, a motherfucking plack I
! You know what it is Yo, I used to have bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck Double-R T with the
banned from TV N.O.R.E moving shut the fuck up [Nature] Ay Yo, Ay yo, Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail I kick street tales, choking niggas
the way (Uh huh, uh huh) We like it (Uh huh, uh huh) Now you can tell I blew, push the 740 L I through Eyes low, from the L I Q If you was hot, you'
N.O.R.E, the movie comin soon (Timbaland, SHUT THE FUCK UP) Tryin to be out in '98, you know ??? (Im tryin to watch this movie) This the real shit (Shut
about that nigga Po? Murder cases, downin' faces, Manhat' low Leavin' pieces of your brain on your car do' Lookin' gully in that Bent or that R O L L
in the streets im a let off a clip cause this is for the brown ( pride ) R - A - Z - A im a show you muthafuckers how them dodgers play cause im a rep L
C-L-U-B Eleven albums, what are you tellin me? I am B-L-E-S-S-E-D I don't need radio +OR+ TV You are C-U-R-S-E-D All I wanna do is recite my poetry
