Übersetzung: Ghetto Cats. Fro.
little thing we be, you be But you don't see the things we see [Prince Po] Time and time again, dawg, I be usin' them Confusin' em, copy cats, verbaly
I need a homie that know me when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me I got problems ain't nobody calling back now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats
around and gave 'em more bricks [Chorus] That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran
to make money Some cock that, aim, that take money "How To Rob" was an warning not a joke Cause niggas in the hood is really tired of being broke These cats
crew's soft man, ya'll need some new weapons The P's breathe Warriorz and skullies and Timmies Around mixed, spics, niggaz and giddies From my ghetto
: [Verse 1:] There was a boy he lived in a big white house And he was quite happy there He knew the dog and the cats and his brother And the maid that
anymore lipstick? I'm sick of red Get a perm, you nappy head, you chicken head I know you ghetto, I ain't trying to take the ghetto out Things about you
Rakim Allah attack, it's a wrap y'all relax The arm in that, you show me where the party's at Seminars and tracks, hors, comas, and cardiacs Broads and cats
Die, that's the code of the streets I didn't invent Niggas sketch my life out with malicious intent My skin color's got me trapped in a never ending ghetto
to get the real money Steal money, kidnap money, kill money Its funny how the money make the whole world love you Jealous cats hate you, dime pigeons Little ghetto
hood, I'm good, any state, I'm straight I'm getting cake, and I'm all right (Animal rights) It don't matter what habit or ghetto, classic or metal I got
about Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars Where cats
CDs but most of the time, bump my own shit And since a teenager, spent my own chips Fuck an allowance, now we push our own whips And y'all cats sound
t write on paper Should've saw the bright quasars Make the Earth look like the moon under the night craters He battled cats that looked like Mad Max Swung
[Hook:] Ghetto Jezus... Let us all pray Ghetto Jezus... His disciples First there's Pistol Paul then there's John the Ratchet Right across the hall two cats
slugs {*gat firin*} Who's to blame? I hear cats callin my name Sayin, "Please, don't fall in this game!" We're all in a gang It's like the ghetto, got
