| A young hog in the hood playin' chase
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| Smile on his face
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| Havin' fun 'cuz it ain’t nothin' like this place
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| And you don’t wanna race
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| Fool I got the new ones on
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| And we can run from the corner to the Newman’s home
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| And after that we goin' go raid the plum tree
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| And stick ball down where those bos be
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| Mom’s got the door open bumpin' Marvin Gaye
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| Let’s get it on all day everyday
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| At night I pray
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| Lord just let me make it
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| And if I die before I wake then my soul you take it
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| Never fake it
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| My older brother taught me game
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| And sometimes even let the young soldier hang
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| And as a loc
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| My only duty was to soak
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| And pass it on to my comrades and closest folks
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| All friends I knew about it as a child
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| I stood proud have you ever seen a ghetto smile?
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| In the ghetto there’s a smile
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| Roaming through the streets
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| Why don’t my homies smile for me
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| (Ghetto) Hey
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| In the ghetto there’s a smile
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| Roaming through the streets
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| Why don’t my homies smile for me
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| (Ghetto)
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| I’m at the junior high actin' bad at the dance
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| The slow jam got me with a woody in my pants
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| And my baby with me
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| Her moma used to babysit me
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| And back then she was just plain old pretty
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| But nowadays it seems that she done grown
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| Jeans fitting and her perm gotta hella long
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| Would I be wrong if I whisper and take her down
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| And maybe play housesitter with her like the Pound
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| It’s goin' down about now in the Northern Bay
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| The OG’s put it down and make they pay
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| Flip a 6−8 'stang with the blew out braids
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| The only homie in the hood ridin' on thangs
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| And as I peep it things have got a little deeper
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| And everybody and their moma done bought a beeper
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| And then they post on the lake gettin' loose and wild
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| You know the scene it’s the ghetto smile
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| In the ghetto there’s a smile
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| Roaming through the streets
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| Why don’t my homies smile for me
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| (Ghetto) Hey
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| In the ghetto there’s a smile
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| Roaming through the streets
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| Why don’t my homies smile for me
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| (Ghetto)
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| At 18 I graduated and now I’m grown
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| About time for the dog to get his own bone
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| I left home got a condo out on Quailridge
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| And like a king is how this young playa live
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| Swimmin' parties in the pool with my dope to roll
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| Wasn’t trippin' off nathin' we was all folks
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| Hillside in the house and we gettin' perved
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| Freestylin' gettin' on my neighbor’s nerve
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| I love the hood so everyday I’m back to visit
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| And swoop the young so that they can come through and kick it
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| And peep the game just as I did as a kid
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| And watch the savage get his cabbage and place his bid
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| And even though we fight we still remain game tight
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| Handle business and always open for forgiveness
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| It ain’t nothin' like a homey you ain’t seen in awhile
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| So when you meet him greet him with that ghetto smile
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| In the ghetto there’s a smile
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| Roaming through the streets
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| Why don’t the homies smile for me
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| (Ghetto)
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| In the ghetto there’s a smile
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| All my homies smile for me
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| (Ghetto)
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| There’s a ghetto in the sky
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| Ghetto in the sky
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| Why don’t my homies smile for me
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| (Ghetto)
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| Ghetto smile
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| Ghetto smile
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| Homies smile for me
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| (Ghetto) |