you know you ghetto (don't be ashamed)

you ghetto

you ghetto (don't be ashamed)

you ghetto

you know you ghetto



You kow you ghetto when you got rats and roaches

the fan in the window, front door wide open

you know you ghetto when you say "i aint offended"

change the channel with some pliers, got a hanger for a antennae

you know you ghetto eatin chicken everyday

with color weave in your hair, and you trickin for a pay

gold teeth in your mouth

out talkin loud

and the car that you drive cost more than your house

you know you ghetto when your job is illegal

live in the projects with furniture like rich people

you know you ghetto when you cook with lard

and the only credit you got is your food stamp card

you know you ghetto when you own section 8

have dues everyday, but you pay your bills late

understand this song, get your jam on

and yo grandma whip you with whatever she get her hands on



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you know you ghetto (look at the way you walk)

you ghetto (c'mon listen to how you talk)

you ghetto (look at the clothes you wear)

you ghetto ( haa look at that style of hair)



you know you ghetto picken boogers then you flick em

and eat with your hands stead of washin em, you lick em

you dont know your daddy

and your hair nappy

people catch the Holy Ghost in church gettin happy

you know you ghetto call a crib your house

be at funerals screamin, fightin then fall out

you know you ghetto sellin clothes you stole

and when you go out its like a fashion show

you know you ghetto with a name like Shaniqua

Pookie, red and peanut butter puttin codes in your beeper

when you her stuff, helicopter, city bus

gettin fucked in an ice cream truck



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you know you ghetto only shop when theres a sale

late everywhere you go with an excuse to tell

you know you hetto when you pee outside

catch bronchitis, get ??? and sleep tight

you know you ghetto when yall stealin cable

cussin and DJin on underground radio

sayin yo mama jokes

fightin on talk shows

mattress against the wall

aint no frame, its on the floor

you know you ghetto with dreads, doo rags and braids

weaves, colorful nails, afros, half way waves

you ghetto, wont pay back money that you borowed

and wearin an outfit you goin to return tomorrow

you ghetto bettin on a number

usin words like uh huhh, naw, and uh uh

instead of sayin mom you say ma, instead of dad you say da

you see nickel stores, barbeques, and laundromats



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you know you ghetto punchin aint playin house right

your kids barefoot, playin outside

eat food off the ground, sayin God bless the church

let your kids drink beer, talkin bout it gives em worms

you know you ghetto borrowin your friends clothes

ran out of water supplies from people next door

you know you ghetto heat the house with the oven

and anybody famous from the hood your cousin

you know you ghetto cussin out your teacher

and when somethin happen your mama say Lordy Jesus!

when you use street knowledge

graduate from school and go to jail instead of college

you know you ghetto barbeque-in every holiday

pizza man wont even deliver around your way

where the gang hang out, cornerstore hang out

moms at the gas station beggin for some change now



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