Ghetto-ology Lyrics
| Song | Ghetto-ology |
| Artist | Goodie Mob |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Still Standing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barnett, Burton, Gipp ... | |
| "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 |
| zuo ci : Barnett, Burton, Gipp ... | |
| " uhhuh, 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' catchup 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 weewee | |
| 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 timeouts | |
| You can' t signout, 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 touchdown | |
| And stay ground, so that you can stay proud | |
| ' cause one in, and one quick | |
| Chorus | |
| Tmo: | |
| 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 marko? | |
| After dawn, on the porch | |
| got gone, mind blown | |
| Fashioned like, | |
| Niggas sold, new or old | |
| It' s gettin' sold in the ghetto | |
| Chorus | |
| Ceelo: | |
| 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 oneeyed 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 |
| zuò cí : Barnett, Burton, Gipp ... | |
| " uhhuh, 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' catchup 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 weewee | |
| 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 timeouts | |
| You can' t signout, 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 touchdown | |
| And stay ground, so that you can stay proud | |
| ' cause one in, and one quick | |
| Chorus | |
| Tmo: | |
| 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 marko? | |
| After dawn, on the porch | |
| got gone, mind blown | |
| Fashioned like, | |
| Niggas sold, new or old | |
| It' s gettin' sold in the ghetto | |
| Chorus | |
| Ceelo: | |
| 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 oneeyed 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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