King Los - Ghetto Boy lyrics
rate me(Verse)
I got that Beatmore in me, that's my pro'lem
I rep my city, yo bitch, I got 'er
Fuck what you heard, niggas be wylin'
You got me fucked up, I'm from the bottom
Oh yes, Lawd, walk like I'm pimpin', talk like I'm mackin'
The projects luv me, yo bu is at me
I'm finna kill her, I'm finna kill her
I'm on the honey, Audi hit the ceilin'
I'm thinkin', fuck these bitches, we go fo' dollas
And all my brothers keep a bitch, I'm Nino, Acter Colla
The Equalizer, bitch, I'm people wiser, hansom, smarter
They call her Avalanche ass, don't have a chance to spot her
Oh no no, I'm bout the West Side, just ask my grandma
I used to move the pack, had it back to grandma
My niggas stack with AKA's, and ain't no cappa gama
And now we laughin' to the bank like nananananana
Fuck with me!
(Hook)
No sunshine or feelin' betta (the ghetto)
Watch 'em all scatter, they'll kill each other (the ghetto)
If your daddy did, can make 'em proud (the ghetto)
Damn, lil boy, how you make it outta the (the ghetto)?
(Verse 2)
I got that hustler's desire, that fire burning
I got that boys n the hood mixed with that higher learning
Niggas is buggin', niggas ain't fuckin' with me
They not on my planet, why should I panic?
Muthafucka should be thinkin' of load cuz I'm buildin' a ship
So you niggas want drama, then you're missin' the flood
Cuz I'm givin' you prophecy, you niggas be watchin' me properly
Bitch, I be switchin' it up like the kid on a bike
Play what you want, say what you want, hit what you want
But take what you need, cuz I did with your life
Take what you want, I'll be there in a flight
Free my ghetto, we together
Free-oh boy cut strings, we don't need Geppetto
They say his level's to the shit, well, you can't see my level
Dissarays, you would need the devil, he would need a shovel
Bitch I'm be, all I do is OZ, all I get is that
This I know, all I need is God and I can bridge the gap
This yo cold OG, he so cold, I know it's me
At least I'm told, nose bring, brought back the life
This shit needs some soul!
You can ask my grandma, I'm opey cuz I miss my dad
You can ask my momma, they shot my nigga in the head
Ain't no happy camper
Now I'm the best rapper alive, nananananana
Fuck with me!
(Hook)
Lost souls and dope fiends (the ghetto)
From what we're told, there ain't no kings in (the ghetto)
Gunshots and caution tapes (the ghetto)
Wise and honest dollars are hard to make in (the ghetto)
No sunshine or feelin' betta (the ghetto)
Watch 'em all scatter, they'll kill each other (the ghetto)
If your daddy did, can make 'em proud (the ghetto)
Damn, lil boy, how you make it outta the (the ghetto)?
