Too Short - Money In The Ghetto lyrics

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[Verse One]

In the ghetto, you think life is hard

Food stamps and to' up cars

Wall to wall dirty orange carpet

Sittin in a bucket, hopin you can start it

And ride around to the liquor store

Can't get a job get drunk some more

You betta stop trippin on dem stereotypes

Cause in the ghetto there's a good life

We ain't starvin like Marvin, won't see no roach

when ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood

You're sittin on leather watchin big screens

bought by the dope fiends

Smokin, and what about the brother wit the good jobs

Savin money, and workin hard

Bought a house for his wife and kids

Ya only got one life to live

Another brother got some cocaine

You know his face, but don't know his name

You know he got the sack mayn

And he's sittin on a fat bank

Seven cars at his house in the driveway

Benz so clean don't roll it just fly away

Cause folks got money in the ghetto.. yeah you know

[Chorus One]

Hey hey hey.. whatcha got to say (There's money in the ghetto)

Hollywoooooood! Havin money in the ghettooo

[Verse Two]

Money in the ghetto ain't nothin new

It's been like that, way before you

was even born, get up from the down stroke

Chocolate City for the black folks

Say it loud in ya hot pants

Man child in the promised land

I take you back to Iceberg Slim

and all the players that came before him

If you a everyday hustler, get your money

Cause what they do to black man ain't funny

All the time tryin to put us the pen

You get paroled and then they send you again

All the homies in the hood gettin paid

You might have left but the money stayed

In the ghetto, it ain't all about drugs

Gettin paid doin all kinds of stuff

Only rule on the streets is don't get caught

unless your hustle ain't breakin the law

And even though rich folks got it good

We sittin on 'em fat in the hood

I'm ridin on some gold ones

Smokin dank and it's potent

Ask them fools, cause they know

There's money in the ghetto

[Chorus One]

[Verse Three]

I got money baby, just tell me the price

Cause Short Dawg ain't nuttin nice

I always hit the town wit my boy Ben Franklin

Spend fo', get an ounce of dank then

rich nigga get high relaxin

If I bust a Ben Frank' get some Andrew Jacksons

Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill

You know the math, let's make a deal

On the one dollar bill if you look on the front

You find the face of George Washington

Make money baby, that's all I do

That's how I know Thomas Jefferson is on the two

Abraham Lincoln got shot and died

Freed the slaves so they put him on the five

And Hamilton, my old time friend

They put his face on the front of the ten

These are the dead, presidents

From the hood and they represent

The American dream for the average minority

Make your money get some weed and a forty

I'm on the Eastside livin like a king

Kick back watchin fifty inch screens

Bounce to the Westside, hit the studio

and spend my money in the ghetto

[Chorus Two]

Hey hey hey.. whatcha got to say (They got money in the ghetto)

Hollywoooooood! Havin money in the ghettooo

[Verse Four]

Nowadays if you can't say a rap, or play sports

You might just come up short

And they always say the same things

Don't be a gangster or a dopefiend

Get your high school diploma, go to college

Get a degree and start makin dollars

Only one thing wrong, and it's a trip

Inner city schools don't teach us shit

Got us stuck on stupid, straight S.O.S.

Can't get nothin, but they payin the rest of them fools

all around the world in the other countries

They should be spendin that money right here

in the state of California

You graduate and can't spell diploma

Dip to the hood and get rich

Slangin rocks to a smoked out bitch

No school'll come close to that

A few transaction make my pockets fat

I make a lot of money and it ain't no lie

I'll probably ball til the day I die

And if I didn't, so what?

I bet you I'd still come up

Cause there's a whole lot of money in the ghetto.. yeah you know

[Chorus Two]