Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Thang, artist - Spice 1. Album song Let It Be Known, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.01.1991
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Thug World
Song language: English
Ghetto Thang |
| Hey, we tapin', all right let’s do this shit |
| Yo Ant Banks man tell me about your boy Spice |
| Man, the boy ain’t nuttin nice, you know what I’m sayin' |
| That’s the idea man, it’s done |
| Hey check it out boy we fittin' ta do this shit Shorty-B |
| I want you to get on the god damn guitar |
| Fittin' ta lay a funky ass beat |
| And my boy gonn' come tight you know what I’m sayin' |
| That’s all it take ya know |
| So we fittin' ta do this shit and get paid like a mutha fucka |
| Spice kick it |
| Verse 1: Spice 1 |
| 187 is fuckin' it up cause we be blowsin' |
| Takin' out weak mutha fuckas wit the explosion |
| I put my finger on trigger and he was rolled up |
| Was it my nine, my nigga that had him fold up |
| I kep' on bustin' and bustin' and cappin' cappin' y’all |
| Until I emptied the clip out cause I was snappin' y’all |
| The was the S-P-I-C-E-187 the murda |
| I put the nine in my pocket all of a sudden I heard a |
| Siren, A-K shots firin' |
| It was the fuzz so I figured the room was wired an' |
| Broke out the backdoor because the backdoor was open |
| So when the cop told me freeze, Yo he fuckin' gotta be jokin' |
| Fuck all the bullshit, I’m poppin' two in the brain |
| Was it a 187 or just a ghetto thang |
| Chorus: Ant Banks |
| Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x2) |
| «Ah yeah, you know what I’m sayin' |
| Hey Spice do that shit nigga» |
| Verse 2: Spice 1 |
| A be for acres and J be likely ta jack |
| By the Faculty mutha fucka for short it’s the Fac |
| Blast, like a hurricane and blow out you fuckin' brains |
| I can’t be tamed I’m insane to the membrane |
| Doper than D-boys, B-l-a-s-t toys |
| Wanna get static then homie you can just bring the noise |
| Spice 1'll put the vision in black, can you fuck wit that |
| You know I like the funky rata-tata-tat-tat |
| Of a U-Z-I, cause it sound fly |
| When your sayin' die mother fucker die |
| S-P-I C-E and wit the Faculty |
| A quarterback throwin' a rhyme now could you tackle me |
| Boy, you must’a had an almond joy |
| Huh, this ain’t no child’s play I’m worse than Chuckie he' a toy |
| Chorus: Ant Banks |
| Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x2) |
| «Shorty-B break it down homie |
| Ah yeah, you know what I’m sayin', it ain’t nuttin' but a» |
| Ghetto thang, ghetto thang |
| «Shorty-B is in the house, hey yo Spice |
| Bring the dope shit right about now» |
| Verse 3: Spice 1 |
| Well it’s the mutha fuckin' S the P the I the C-E |
| Not in a homocide nigga you might as well be |
| Lifestyles of ruthless, thought he was juicey and tried to juice this |
| Fuck wit the posse but yo was useless |
| Can’t stop the jack of the fuckin' Fac |
| The bum rush’ll crush a mutha fuckas back |
| Spice 1 comin' straight outta Alkatraz |
| Wit a posse that’ll probably fuck up the task |
| A lot of niggas try ta step to the murderism |
| But all they get is a mutha fuckin circumcis’m |
| The 187 the Fac comin' right and exact |
| You got a static you phoned, you better call me back |
| Cause I don’t sucker round, nor do I fuck around |
| And you can tell this by the mangled body stuck around |
| Ghetto thang, ghetto thang (x4) |
| «This shit is on in the '91 |
| Out this muther fucker |
| Do that shit homie |
| Ah yeah Ant Banks is in tha mutha fuckin' house |
| Spice 1 is takin' over shit in the '91 boy |
| Triad records is in the house |
| Ant Banks is in the house, Shorty-B is in the muther fuckin' house |
| And we out the mutha fuckin' house |
| For all those muther fuckers who didn’t know» |