| Song | Welcome Back to the Ghetto |
| Artist | Spice 1 |
| Album | Spiceberg Slim |
| 作词 : Spice One, Wino | |
| (Chorus: Spice 1) | |
| Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands | |
| (Welcome back to the ghetto) | |
| Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life | |
| (It's welcome back to the ghetto) | |
| Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands | |
| (It's welcome back to the ghetto) | |
| Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life | |
| (Welcome back to the ghetto) | |
| (Spice 1) | |
| Still livin' day by day and thug niggas don't play | |
| Niggas thirty years old still out here slangin' yay | |
| Goin' dub for dub, same block, same corner | |
| Too much dr-a-drama out here in California | |
| Different time, different year but still the same place | |
| You ass niggas still throwin' rocks up in your face | |
| Some niggas is still alive I stay in the cut | |
| Some niggas incarcerated, some niggas straight nuts | |
| Lost they mind somwhere in the game they confused | |
| Said about the life they livin' walk in my shoes | |
| You can't, cause I'ma rider | |
| hopelessly lost up in the thug world, fast cars and girls | |
| Gun cases, handcuffs, cops searchin' me thorough | |
| Smokin' weed liftin' weights bitch places and girls | |
| Gotta stay strong, it's not about how long you last | |
| Don't ever let them, jealous motherfuckers speak on your casket | |
| In the ghetto where niggas shoot it out in the rain | |
| Mobb Buckets, shattered headlights, hopes and dreams | |
| Wrote with schemes, niggas gettin' smoked with beams | |
| It's hard to tell who's on the same team | |
| Welcome back to the ghetto | |
| (Chorus: Spice 1) | |
| Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands | |
| (Welcome back to the ghetto) | |
| Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life | |
| (It's welcome back to the ghetto) | |
| Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands | |
| (It's welcome back to the ghetto) | |
| Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life | |
| (Welcome back to the ghetto) | |
| (Spice 1) | |
| I'm worried about Ms Parker - that old lady she just sit on the porch | |
| in a rockin' chair watchin' niggas come up short | |
| She had a son three months ago | |
| shot and killed in cold blood on his way to the store | |
| Man you know - she used to wave to me, used to speak and say hi | |
| But now all she do is stare with that look in her eye | |
| Rockin' back and forth with no facial expression | |
| I heard that she had a stroke from all her depression | |
| Workin' hard all her life scrubbin' toilets and floors | |
| And my nigga - he don't want his mama workin' no more | |
| But the price for a better life they cost ya, ya own | |
| I guess that's why my nigga never made it back home | |
| In the ghetto front line where the game is ferocious | |
| Babies sleepin' on the floor with the rats and roaches | |
| Momma cookin' in the kitchen burnin' the rice | |
| I'm still makin' sure the babies say they prayers at night | |
| In the ghetto | |
| (Chorus: Spice 1) | |
| Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands | |
| (Welcome back to the ghetto) | |
| Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life | |
| (It's welcome back to the ghetto) | |
| Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands | |
| (It's welcome back to the ghetto) | |
| Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life | |
| (Welcome back to the ghetto) | |
| (Spice 1) | |
| It's a nice place to visit but you don't wanna live | |
| Little mini gangbangers, bad ass kids | |
| Eleven years old, they got the Mack 10 tucked | |
| Little shorty wanna be a thug anxious to buck | |
| Tryin' to tell the little niglet, pick a book up and read | |
| he said the game was his teacher | |
| and the school was the streets | |
| I think it's kinda selfish, everybody wanna million | |
| Buildin' more jails and less schools for the children | |
| In the ghetto, where the niggas k-a-keepin' it poppin' | |
| You a veteran like me, a good job ain't an option | |
| Who the hell is gonna hire a villian, an ex-con? | |
| Tattoo's and stab wounds come back another time | |
| Scars on my wrists from handcuffs too tight | |
| Keep it gangsta but still manage to keep the Lord in my life | |
| Lord please tell Lucither he need to turn the heat down | |
| I'm feelin' the flames of hell underneath my feet now | |
| In the ghetto | |
| (Chorus: Spice 1) | |
| Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands | |
| (Welcome back to the ghetto) | |
| Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life | |
| (It's welcome back to the ghetto) | |
| Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands | |
| (It's welcome back to the ghetto) | |
| Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life | |
| (Welcome back to the ghetto) |
| zuò cí : Spice One, Wino | |
| Chorus: Spice 1 | |
| Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands | |
| Welcome back to the ghetto | |
| Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life | |
| It' s welcome back to the ghetto | |
| Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands | |
| It' s welcome back to the ghetto | |
| Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life | |
| Welcome back to the ghetto | |
| Spice 1 | |
| Still livin' day by day and thug niggas don' t play | |
| Niggas thirty years old still out here slangin' yay | |
| Goin' dub for dub, same block, same corner | |
| Too much dradrama out here in California | |
| Different time, different year but still the same place | |
| You ass niggas still throwin' rocks up in your face | |
| Some niggas is still alive I stay in the cut | |
| Some niggas incarcerated, some niggas straight nuts | |
| Lost they mind somwhere in the game they confused | |
| Said about the life they livin' walk in my shoes | |
| You can' t, cause I' ma rider | |
| hopelessly lost up in the thug world, fast cars and girls | |
| Gun cases, handcuffs, cops searchin' me thorough | |
| Smokin' weed liftin' weights bitch places and girls | |
| Gotta stay strong, it' s not about how long you last | |
| Don' t ever let them, jealous motherfuckers speak on your casket | |
| In the ghetto where niggas shoot it out in the rain | |
| Mobb Buckets, shattered headlights, hopes and dreams | |
| Wrote with schemes, niggas gettin' smoked with beams | |
| It' s hard to tell who' s on the same team | |
| Welcome back to the ghetto | |
| Chorus: Spice 1 | |
| Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands | |
| Welcome back to the ghetto | |
| Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life | |
| It' s welcome back to the ghetto | |
| Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands | |
| It' s welcome back to the ghetto | |
| Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life | |
| Welcome back to the ghetto | |
| Spice 1 | |
| I' m worried about Ms Parker that old lady she just sit on the porch | |
| in a rockin' chair watchin' niggas come up short | |
| She had a son three months ago | |
| shot and killed in cold blood on his way to the store | |
| Man you know she used to wave to me, used to speak and say hi | |
| But now all she do is stare with that look in her eye | |
| Rockin' back and forth with no facial expression | |
| I heard that she had a stroke from all her depression | |
| Workin' hard all her life scrubbin' toilets and floors | |
| And my nigga he don' t want his mama workin' no more | |
| But the price for a better life they cost ya, ya own | |
| I guess that' s why my nigga never made it back home | |
| In the ghetto front line where the game is ferocious | |
| Babies sleepin' on the floor with the rats and roaches | |
| Momma cookin' in the kitchen burnin' the rice | |
| I' m still makin' sure the babies say they prayers at night | |
| In the ghetto | |
| Chorus: Spice 1 | |
| Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands | |
| Welcome back to the ghetto | |
| Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life | |
| It' s welcome back to the ghetto | |
| Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands | |
| It' s welcome back to the ghetto | |
| Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life | |
| Welcome back to the ghetto | |
| Spice 1 | |
| It' s a nice place to visit but you don' t wanna live | |
| Little mini gangbangers, bad ass kids | |
| Eleven years old, they got the Mack 10 tucked | |
| Little shorty wanna be a thug anxious to buck | |
| Tryin' to tell the little niglet, pick a book up and read | |
| he said the game was his teacher | |
| and the school was the streets | |
| I think it' s kinda selfish, everybody wanna million | |
| Buildin' more jails and less schools for the children | |
| In the ghetto, where the niggas kakeepin' it poppin' | |
| You a veteran like me, a good job ain' t an option | |
| Who the hell is gonna hire a villian, an excon? | |
| Tattoo' s and stab wounds come back another time | |
| Scars on my wrists from handcuffs too tight | |
| Keep it gangsta but still manage to keep the Lord in my life | |
| Lord please tell Lucither he need to turn the heat down | |
| I' m feelin' the flames of hell underneath my feet now | |
| In the ghetto | |
| Chorus: Spice 1 | |
| Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands | |
| Welcome back to the ghetto | |
| Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life | |
| It' s welcome back to the ghetto | |
| Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands | |
| It' s welcome back to the ghetto | |
| Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life | |
| Welcome back to the ghetto |