Ghetto-ology Lyrics by Goodie Mob Featuring Sleepy Brown

Ghetto-ology Lyrics

    "uh-huh, been here been real
    Still clear south west
    Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it?
    Y'all niggas wanna do somethin' with it?

    Chorus:
    Now from that ghetto
    Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
    Got one foot in, one foot out...
    Of the ghetto
    Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
    That's why i know the things i know!

    In the ghetto
    Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
    And some of my friends done died befo'
    In the ghetto
    Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
    That's why i can't seem to let go

    Chiefton:
    How do you feel when you judge quick
    And you all up in my face and i ain't even spit?
    Just like them folk that say they know me from my old days
    I know you wonderin' about my spirit and my old ways!
    You hearin' me spittin' the piece of mind, got you froze in time
    Playin' catch-up with yourself
    I'm on another level, and you can say i'm dead wrong
    Even if you stay home
    They gotta fight because you livin' in a war zone
    Head strong
    Can't leave it 'lone till they get and they gone
    So now i'm stylin', my momma 'bout to travelin'
    He be hangin' with them monsters and they smilin
    And my babies' coughin', thinkin' they have tb
    And they neva call him daily in that wee-wee
    So what i find is to eliminate the problem
    Befo' they cause problems
    Befo' we have problems
    'cause you thought you had it sewed up
    Until that green house grew all of a sudden
    Sho' nuff, it showed up
    Now you didn't know he had it in him
    The venom
    It fits the test and i'm gon (win) him
    Then the ride, can't be cryin' got it steady now
    You need to find out, there ain't no time-outs
    You can't sign-out, better than whine out
    Don't drop the gun 'cause the street is gettin' packed now
    Just let cones bang the ground, don't you back down!
    For it's the fate, that brought you to this place now
    So let it guide you and take you to that touch-down
    And stay ground, so that you can stay proud
    'cause one in, and one quick

    Chorus

    T-mo:
    I got these jokers with their eyes red
    Drinkin' too much, got dead
    I make you shout it if you's in the 'burbs
    Herbs beware.
    It's from the one that data compare
    Logistic, chicken biscuit
    This winter, he will forget the cold through a song
    And my (party wrong), and my weak is strong
    Just kept his back turned, yearned
    For destruction bustin' microphones
    Blessed the unprotected soul
    Lettin' go, call him too much
    Will get you off for sure
    Watch (???????)
    (????) top plate
    What's gon' save you from the hands of (why)
    When them guys gone, and you (bet) home in the ghetto

    Gipp:

    They trappin' him off within then
    Look at the fonky red'ead
    Done flipped them all as dead
    Paint wet, now i'm set
    Fight the shit, watch it hit
    Block lot,
    Neighborhood charcoals
    And that old (mark-o?)
    After dawn, on the porch
    (got gone), mind blown
    Fashioned like,
    Niggas sold, new or old
    It's gettin' sold in the ghetto

    Chorus

    Cee-lo:

    Now from the go child
    My name is lo
    God done gave me this vision quite some time ago
    He taught me shout it when you (talk chance the blow?)
    You preach that real shit 'till you can't doubt no mo'
    Now wait a minute y'all, i am the one
    That ride the rhythm from midnight to the morning sun
    I do it for the freedom, finance, and forever fun
    Now revolution of the mind has already begun
    Now just a second y'all
    It got to be
    For every thought is fulfilled in the prophecy
    I'm supernatural and there is no stoppin' me

    Even the ghetto is still god's property!

    C'mon

    Khujo:

    Ever since you was a youngster the devil been
    Over your soul, like this one-eyed monster
    Ain't no in between you either off or on
    Never pass judgement
    But the feeling is mutual
    Pass the hog mog, tryin' to drown me
    After years of gravel
    You promised no rest to (blow) in weeks
    I know you ain't choppin' in the next man footprints
    Wobblin' like a duck
    Stuck, crawlin' out the same hole
    Me don't promote no mysterious behavior
    (pimped) and be dead
    I used to flow, my high school goal
    It come through in the ghetto!

    Chorus

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