Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U R Ghetto 2002, artist - Kardinal Offishall. Album song Quest For Fire: Firestarter Vol. 1, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 09.04.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
U R Ghetto 2002 |
Take it low low low |
Yo, yo, yo |
You know you ghetto when the money you got is dead wrong |
It’s royalties from biting Kardinal’s song |
You know you ghetto when you thinkin you a star |
And you’re waiting in line at the back for drinks at the bar |
You know you ghetto when you try to do a ghetto song of your own down coming |
out down south |
You thought Kardinal wouldn’t buss you in your mouf |
You know you ghetto when you think you number one with the flow |
And you shoutin' out yourself on the radio |
You know you ghetto when the polo that you rock |
Is on sale at TJ Max from you head to your socks |
You know you ghetto when you stuck inside a jail |
And them Gators on your feets cost more then your bail |
You know you ghetto when you think you represent |
But them niggas in the street ain’t spendin' a red cent |
Ain’t tryin' to buy your single, nigga hell no! |
If you dubbin' this right now 'stead of buyin' my album |
You’re |
CHORUS (Circle crew) |
(You're Ghetto) |
Ghetto’s what ya are, when ya think you a star |
Flossin' on the street in the rental car |
(You're Ghetto) |
Ghetto’s what ya are when ya think that your nice |
But the opposite don’t look twice |
You’re G to the H to the E to the T T O |
(You're Ghetto) |
You’re G to the H to the E to the T T O |
You know you ghetto when your boys push crack |
And you buyin' crack from them so you can go smoke out back |
You know you ghetto when your moms part of your crew |
And your nigga’s hanging out to get closer to her too |
You know you ghetto when I don’t know who you are but nigga I know your name |
Cause I can read it on your chain |
You know you ghetto when ya, rapping along |
And ya can relate to the rhyme I’m spittin' in the song |
You know you ghetto when ya best clothes, is your dress clothes |
And dress is Paco jeans and Jelly slippers, namean? |
You know you ghetto when ya askin' for some cigarettes |
Cause you can’t afford hash to mix with that weed in your stash |
You know you ghetto when you tryin' to get your flirt on |
And that cock blockin' nigga got the same Gucci shirt on |
You know you ghetto when you own two cars |
And you need ten from me to buy drinks at the bar |
CHORUS (Circle crew) |
(You're Ghetto) |
Ghetto’s what ya are when ya think that you’re fly |
But the home girls walk right by |
(You're Ghetto) |
Ghetto’s what ya are when ya think ya got clout |
But your hair weave keeps fallin' out |
You’re G to the H to the E to the T T O |
(You're Ghetto) |
You’re G to the H to the E to the T T O |
Yo |
You know you ghetto when you bring home your boys |
And your auntie’s lookin' at your crew like they sex toys |
You know you ghetto when your brothers paid from jugglin' |
And you driving his Range, talking 'bout nigga we strugglin' |
You know you ghetto when ya sittin' down in class |
And dang, a cockroach went and crawled out ya book bag |
You know you ghetto when ya tried to rap like DMX |
And you get your breddren to do you video because you can’t afford Little X |
You know you ghetto when rap is part of your dream |
But you can’t stay out past one cause your mom runs your street team |
You know you ghetto when ya savin' to buy a key |
But your grand pop is still on the corner pushin' that weed |
You know you ghetto when you know you not Jamaican |
But your clothes say Tommy Sean John nigga you fakin' |
You know you ghetto when ya like every other brotha |
Rappin' loud, walking down the street tryin' to be discovered |
CHORUS (Circle crew) |
(You're Ghetto) |
Ghetto’s what ya are, when ya think you a star |
Flossin' on the street in the rental car |
(You're Ghetto) |
Ghetto’s what ya are when ya think that your nice |
But the opposite don’t look twice |
You’re G to the H to the E to the T T O |
(You're Ghetto) |
You’re G to the H to the E to the T T O |
(You're Ghetto) |
Going out, to that home girl |
And the house niggas |
At the Burlington Coat Factory |
Know what I’m saying |
You’re ghetto! |
And by the way you are biting |