A young hog in the hood playin' chase



Smile on his face



Havin' fun 'cuz it ain't nothin' like this place



And you don't wanna race



Fool I got the new ones on



And we can run from the corner to the Newman's home



And after that we goin' go raid the plum tree



And stick ball down where those bos be



Mom's got the door open bumpin' Marvin Gaye



Let's get it on all day everyday



At night I pray



Lord just let me make it



And if I die before I wake then my soul you take it



Never fake it



My older brother taught me game



And sometimes even let the young soldier hang



As a loc



My only duty was to soak



And pass it on to my comrads and closest folks



All friends I knew about it as a child



I stood proud have you ever seen a ghetto smile?







I'm at the junior high actin' bad at the dance



The slow jam got me with a woody in my pants



And my baby with me



Her momma used to babysit me



And back then she was just plain old pretty



But nowadays it seems that she done grown



Jeans fitting and her perm gotta hella long



Would I be wrong if I whisper and take her down



And maybe play housesitter with her like the Pound



It's goin' down about now in the Northern Bay



The OG's put it down and make they pay



Flip a 6-8 'stang with the blew out braids



The only homey in the hood ridin' on thangs



And as I peep it thangs have got a little deeper



And everybody and their momma done bought a beeper



And then they post on the lake gettin' loose and wild



You know the scene it's the ghetto smile







At 18 I graduated and now I'm grown



About time for the dog to get his own bone



I left home got a condo out on Quailridge



And like a king is how this young playa live



Swimmin' parties in the pool with my dope to roll



Wasn't trippin' off nathin' we was all folks



Hillside in the house and we gettin' perved



Freestylin' gettin' on my neighbor's nerves



I love the hood so everyday I'm back to visit



And swoop the young so that they can come through and kick it



And peep the game just as I did as a kid



And watch the savage get his cabbage and place his bid



And even though we fight we still remain game tight



Handle business and always open for fogiveness



It ain't nothin' like a homey you ain't seen in awhile



So when you meet him greet him with that ghetto smile