Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Celebrity (feat. Suga-T), artist - E-40. Album song Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint of a Self-Made Millionaire, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.08.1999
Record label: Sick Wit It
Song language: English
Ghetto Celebrity (feat. Suga-T) |
Ghetto celebriteeeeeee… ooooh |
(You ain’t heard shit, you ain’t did shit |
'til you got yo’wig split) |
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee. |
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee. |
(You ain’t did shit, you ain’t heard shit |
'til you got yo’wig split) |
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee. |
Ahhh (AHHHH) |
I got straight thrick-fifty-fifty-seven, reasons |
that are criminals, thugs, hoodlums, heathens |
Smoke wet, daddies, sherm, high |
Bloop bloop dip dip water water fry |
Crack, COCAINE yola, bloody sheets |
They brought it in on a plane, and I put it on my streets |
1300 block, magazine |
40 in the kitchen cookin, ice cream |
Zippers, zones, her-on and hubba rocks |
Gotta little kids to the front yard runnin around distractin the cops |
Skirts, breezies felines, hootchies shorties |
Playaz pimpin, gettin blunted and drankin forties |
Chevies Cougars, Firebirds, ?? |
and Fairlanes |
Monte Carlos, Mavericks, Novas and Ford Mustangs |
Bout them dollars (bout them dollars) |
Sittin on twinkies (sittin on twinkies) |
Need a half a key? |
Need to come see me, Mr. Local Celebrity |
Chorus: Suga T each 3rd line in () |
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee. |
(Mmmmmmm, ghetto celebrity!) |
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee. |
(Ghetto celebrity) |
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee. |
(Mmmmmmm, ghetto celebrity!) |
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee. |
(Ghetto celebrity) |
BEOTCH! |
Fo’A.M., tryin to make some bank |
with a bulletproof apron, cookin the crank |
in apartment letter C, building number three |
Where ery’body and their grandma be but everybody know me though, WE FOLKS |
Busted the man they seen us in vogues |
Ain’t no, snitch codes |
Just pimps and playaz, hookers and hoes |
Only problem that we haaaaave, is with the man |
Cause a couple of my Sigourney went up in one of my, methamphetamine labs |
Double-oh-G shit, we rides, hardtops and trucks |
Empty the clip dere, high speeds, dumpin on the cops |
It’s mad dope like the Grinch, who did what? |
Who stole Christmas |
Attitude over there by the fence BUTT-NAKED |
Toe-tagged him, that’s how they found yo’dirt |
Damn, uh-ohh, shit, hold him up The homey from the block just got busted for robbin an armed truck |
Assed out, to’up, stupid stuck |
without a doubt, shit out of luck (shit out of luck) |
I ain’t no fictionary rhymer, fool I’m a timah |
ever since I came out of my, momma’s vagina |
Been smokin tweed since nine, but I got too used to her |
Now I be powderin my nose, with some of that there sugar booka |
My G’s tell me I’m out of line but my head is all I can see |
I know some timahs that been snortin for years, and they still sharpest |
Dude you know the game let me explain you can take some notes (notes) |
I never hung around kids, just grown folks |
When it’s a drought in the town, we sell BOMB |
and let our boys drive our cars to the prom |
Vipers, Bentleys, Jaguars, drop-top Mercedes |
Porsches, Lincolns Ferraris Volvo S-80's |
Stretchers, choppers, heat mizers and M-16's |
SK’s, sawed off shotguns, AR-15's |
AK’s, fresh out the box, the choo choo train (the choo choo train) |
Po-Po, left it unlocked, now that’s some game! |
You know, that I know, that you know who I be Need a half a key, nigga come see me, Mr. Local Celebrity, UHHH |
Never forget a big timah. |
ghetto celebrity |
Don’t forget me when you. |
ghetto celebrity |
Hustlin, money. |
ghetto celebrity |
Do what you gotta do. |
ghetto celebrity |