Goodie mob & tlc

Appears on the album "world party"







Now t-l-c will challenge goodie mob

To a game of ghetto laser tag

When they say "what it is"

You scream "what it ain't"



1999 (yeah)

Tlc, the m-o-b

Goodie mob

The synergy of ghetto sounds

For the y-2-g



What you wanna do wit it

What it is and what it ain't (what)

Either you bring it (we gon' bring it)

Or you can't

Sometimes it gets kinda messy (sometimes)

Out there

But we get by (what you wanna do wit' it)

One day at a time



I still go eat

At waffle house

After 112

When i go out

Where do you hang

Or do you slang

Or wear a chain

Or platinum rings

I still maintain

My ghetto side i

Keep my pride

Get on my ride

20 inch rims

I sport a brim

Hang with my girls

Go to the mall

Around the world

And keep your change

The finest things

Will still remain so



Bridge:

Oooooh

Don't even look from across the room

You don't know enough about this world to

Ever get it on with me

Or hang out where i do

Ooooooh

Don't even look from across the floor

You don't have rhyme enough for no tour

To come upon a girl like me

And that's not a possibility



She's a built plastic girl

I'm a big boss man

I like old model cars and big sedans

You like two doors

Funding their clothes and rolls

I sit on the porch

Sip some and pose

I like the 9

When you're humpin' hot ho's

I do sweets while you preferred the lows

Tonight i'm choose cuz ya already chose

It's grown folk business and i'll run the floor



Chorus:

Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me

And you ain't hot enuff for me

And you ain't fly enuff for me

And you're too tight with your money

Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me

And you ain't hot enuff for me

And you ain't fly enuff for me

And you're too tight with your money



Shit my baby is still ghetto like hot fries

I come from lovin' niggas

And give 20/20

With his bloodshot eyes

Got turned into gold

Went from two o's to thirty two lows

Which is enough to buy a rolls

Ain't but nobody knows

Stay in my place

Keep my diamonds out of your face

You wanna be with this player

Got to play at my pace

I'm slum but i can still cum

Over there where you're from

If you want some bullshit you better buy you some



Bridge



Shorty where your booty (shorty)

Shorty where your gold teeth

Shorty where your long nails

Shorty where your fake hair

Shorty got the attitude

All up in the news

To represent the 90's girl

You the oldies too

I got your back you got the front

It's time we pull it off in the woods

With the bump on them dubs ain't no scrubs

Don't conceal i'm a ghetto millionaire

Can you see me gettin' it clear

I'ma keep on servin' here like i'm supposed to baby



Chorus



What

Don't be suffocatin' my pockets

While i'm recessitatin' these topics

Like bring your g's where your loot

You're lookin' real dumb when you get the boot

What it is my road to me

Come from some of the hardest of streets

Me custom navigate to the club

With some of the hardest of beats

What it ain't what you sleepin' with all the shit that i've been through

Cuz i'ma keep doin' all the things that i gots to do

Damn it i'll put your ass to work

Comb your nappy head till it hurts



Where those saints stop

These are the ropes

Take your wealth up the street

Or you might hurt your throat

You know you're ghetto

When you don't show up in court

For not payin' your child support

Or you too bullshit for me

You act like you're too good to eat

At church's, popeye's, and hartz

I shop at walter's bright creek

In the mall where it's steep and deep

I hang out in bank head

You prefer buckhead

Your favorite color is hot pink

I love that thing



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