Good Ole Ghetto - Lyrics - Dave Hollister

Title: Good Ole Ghetto
Artist: Dave Hollister
Composer(s): Jason Perry, William De Vaughn, Terron Mitchell, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
Ha ha I know yall can feel me on this one
'Cause I'm talking 'bout the ghetto
Well, well, well, well, wel, oh yeah
Feel me, come go with me

I was about 13 as I recall
Just a young whippersnapper playin' ball
Tryin' to hang out with the homies after dark
We use to slap box until the street lights come on
And I can hear my mama yelling that it was time to come home
But being young you know how hard it be was
I can clearly remember all the other kids laughing at me
Because I use to wear those hand me downs
But if only they can see me now
And every now and then I reminisce about it
Well baby thats life as well you know
When you come straight from the ghetto

Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again
Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
'Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories

We ate ghetto food, we wore ghetto clothes
Ended up being ghetto stars, driving our ghetto loads
With a diamond in the back, sunroof top
Diggin' in the scene with a gansta lean ooh
Now I can clearly remember when it was cool
To do the Hammer dance
And everybody wore those pants
But back then I just couldn't afford it
And every now and then I reminisce about it
But its all good in the hood you know
Especially when your from the ghetto

Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again
Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
'Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talking 'bout the ghetto, talking 'bout the ghetto
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talking 'bout the ghetto, talking 'bout the ghetto

Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again
Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
'Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories

{Ha ha, yeah this song goes out to all my homies
Who are locked up and all my homies who are passed away
Rest in peace
Ha yeah, yeah from the Goodfellas Family
To you and yours, so ghetto}

Hey yo, good ol' ghetto
Hey yo, good ol' ghetto

Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again

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Ghetto Superstar - Lyrics - Mya

Title: Ghetto Superstar
Artist: Mya
Composer(s): Russell Jones, James Brown, Wyclef Jean, Samuel Prakazrel Michel, Ronald R Lenhoff, Maurice Gibb, R Jones, B Byrd, Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb, Pras Michel

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Lyric:
Man, man, look at the sky
All the stars man
The stars is beautiful tonight
Look at 'em

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar, reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh huh
From one corner to another, uh huh

Some got hopes and dreams, we got ways and mean
The supreme dream team always up with the scheme
From hub caps to sellin' raps, name your theme
My rise to the top, floatin' on this cream

Who the hell wanna stop me? I hated those who doubt me
A million refugees with unlimited warranties
Black Ceaser, datin' top divas
Diplomatic legalese, no time for a visa

I just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides to me somethin' like a pentagon
Strike with the forces of King Solomon
Lettin' bygone be bygone and so on and so on

I'm a teach these cats how to live in the ghetto
Keepin' it retrospective from the get go
Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo
Politic with ghetto senators on the D-low

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar, reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh huh
From one corner to another, uh huh

My eyes is sore, bein' the senator
Behind closed doors hittin' truths to the sea floor
The rich don't know, ignore, this tug of war
While the kids are poor open new and better drug stores

So I became hardcore, couldn't take it no more
I'ma reveal everythin' change the law
I find myself, walkin' the streets
Tryin' to find what's really goin' on in these streets

Now every dog got his day, needless to say
When the chief away, that's when them cats wanna play
I told you, messin' around you fools like Cassius Clay
Stretch my heater make you do a pass de bourree

Kick your balls like Pele, pick 'em doin' ballet
Peak like Dante, broader than Broadway
Get applaud like a madator, cry yellin' ole
Who the hell wanna see me, from B.K. to Cali

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar, reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh huh
From one corner to another, uh huh

Just when you thought it was safe in a common place
Showcase your finest is losin' fast in the horse race
Two face, gettin' defaced out, like Scarface
Throw your roll money let me put on my screw face

And I'm paranoid at the things I said
Wonderin' what's the penalty from day to day
I'm hangin' out, partying with girls that never die
See I was pickin' on the small fries, my campaign tellin' lies

I was just spreadin' my love, didn't know my love
Was the one holdin' the gun and the glove
But it's all good as long as it's understood
Let's all together now, in the hood

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar, reachin' for the stars
Run away with me, to another place
We can rely on each other, uh huh
From one corner to another, uh huh

All stars

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar, reachin' for the stars
Run away with me, to another place
We can rely on each other, uh huh
From one corner to another, uh huh

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Ghetto Supastar (That Is What You Are) - Lyrics - Ol' Dirty Bastard

Title: Ghetto Supastar (That Is What You Are)
Artist: Ol' Dirty Bastard
Composer(s): Russell Jones, James Brown, Wyclef Jean, Samuel Prakazrel Michel, Ronald R Lenhoff, Maurice Gibb, R Jones, B Byrd, Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb, Pras Michel

Lyric:
Man man, look up at the sky
All the stars man, the stars is beautiful tonight
Look at 'em

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar, reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh huh
From one corner to another, uh huh

Uh, yeah, yo, yo
Some got hopes and dreams, we got ways and means
The supreme dream team, always up with the schemes
From hubcaps to sellin' raps, name your theme
My rise to the top, floatin' on this cream

Who the hell wanna stop me, I hated those who doubt me
A million refugees with unlimited warranties
Black Cesar, dating top skeezers
Diplomatic legalese, no time for a Visa

They just begun, I'ma shoot them one by one
Got five sides to me, somethin' like a pentagon
Strike with the forces of King Solomon
Lettin' bygones be bygones, and so on, and so on

I'ma teach this cat, how to live in the ghetto
Keepin' it retrospective from the get go
Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo
P-p-politic with ghetto senators on the deelow

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar, reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh huh
From one corner to another, uh huh

One two, and you don't stop, yo
My eyes is sore, bein' a senator
Behind closed doors hittin' truth to the sea floor
The rich go North ignore, the tug of war
While the kids are poor, open new and better drug stores

So I became hardcore, couldn't take it no more
I'ma reveal everything, change the law
I find myself, walkin' the streets
Tryin' to find what's really goin' on in the streets

Now every dog got his day, needless to say
When the chief away that's when them cats want to play
I told you, mess around you fools like Cassius Clay
Stretch my heater make you do a pas de bourree

Kick your balls like Pele, pick 'em doin' ballet
Peak like Dante, broader than Broadway
Get applause like a matador, cry yellin' ole
Who the hell wanna save me, from B.K., to Cali

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar, reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh huh
From one corner to another, uh huh

Yeah yo, yeah
Just when you thought it was safe in a common place
Showcase your finest is losin' fast in the horse race
Two faced, gettin' defaced, out like Scarface
Throw your roll money, let me put on my screw face

Well I'm paranoid at the things I said
Wonderin' what's the penalty from day to day
I'm hangin' out partyin' with girls that never die
You see I was pickin' on the small fries, my campaign tellin' lies

Was just spreadin' my love, didn't know my love
Was the one holdin' the gun and the glove
But it's all good as long as it's understand
It's all together now, in the hood

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar, reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh huh
From one corner to another, uh huh

Ghetto superstar, that is what you are
Comin' from afar, reachin' for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh huh
From one corner to another, uh huh

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My Lord - Lyrics - MTA2: Baptized In Dirty Water - David Banner

Title: My Lord
Album: MTA2: Baptized In Dirty Water
Artist: David Banner
Composer(s): Lavell W Crump, Schuylar S Keeton, Marcus Williams

Lyric:
In this biatch, hit that
I?m fucked up, shit
All the soldiers, stand up now

My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind

This Hennessey got me on my knees, screamin?, "God please
Let my people be free who fightin? off over seas"
For a man who don?t give a fuck, who steals slaves
Jesus, I?m tryin? to walk the path that you gave

Goin? down a new world order
Got my boys on the corner tryin? to flip a quarter
I?m in the east coast, I?m tryin? to soak in this dirty ass water
And my ex-girlfriend said I got a little daughter

My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind

I got more places where niggas wanna kill me, fill me with slugs
I got some nothing they suck 'cause I don?t give a fuck
About nothing man Michelle died, a nigga cried and I let it go
I gives a fuck about a hoe

Give me dough my nuda my acres bustin? at you fakers
Killin? you quakers in the name of my maker
Patty cake, patty cake bakers man give me land
I?m tryin? to live life in Gods plan man, damn

My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind

Yeah, searchin? the raggly tags for what I?m 'bout to ask
Lord, I be feelin? all alone and I?m goin? fast
Another day in the high feelin? goody good
Still the same ole weed man it?s understood

Pop, pop and gone in the wind victims of ghetto war
Busted up and over seas what are we fightin? for
Something busted in me pussy niggas trip
But I stay ready for you bitches with the extra clip
Killas that live on the side

So I get aim at fame triple crossin? bosses
They so quick to erase yo? name rippin? the rains is a slide
That?s goin? about my side, Lord, I hope I know I?m doin? wrong
I know you still by my side, losin? my mind

My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind

Yeah, south side nigga
Shit, what you talkin? about nigga
You know what I?m saying all the time nigga
Memphis 10, Mississippi
South side stand up, you know what I?m talking 'bout? Yeah

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Step To The Rear - Lyrics - Brand Nubian

Title: Step To The Rear
Artist: Brand Nubian
Composer(s): Carolyn Leigh, Elmer Bernstein

Lyric:
Here we go
(Okay everybody, step up to this)
(Sing my song, step up to this)
(Sing my song, step up to this)
(Sing my song, step up to this)

Yo Stud, bust it
Step to the rear, Grand Pu is on arrival
Raised in the ghetto singin' songs called survival
Runnin' round town givin' all the girls Puba snacks
I wouldn't try to scale my style, you just might catch a cardiac

Figured the way to get paid is to grab the mic, rehearse, ya know
Smooth as Jermaine so honey, don't take it personal
There's no need to try to diss the swinger
Baby, all you get is two snaps up and the finger

The bob-a-loo bad boy, a threat to the paranoid
You try to step to this? It's void
A new hit from the Grand Man with nights like the Sandman
Gain for awake in case I gotta stomp a head out

Busted is a trick that's not up my sleeve
It's possessed with finesse and it works when I breathe
Paid in the shade with an A, that's the grade
With the papers that I made from this trade

So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips
If you wanna cash in on the wins
Grand Puba and I love to hit skins
(And you know what?)

(I've got a song to sing, oh, bay, bay)
(I've got a song to sing, here we go)
(I've got a song to sing, oh, bay, bay)
(I've got a song to sing)

Follow me now
(Okay everybody, okay everybody)
(Okay everybody, okay everybody)
(Okay everybody, okay everybody)

Grand Puba, the higher mystic ruler, keep a 40 in the cooler
She don't know me, Money Grip, you better school 'er
Before I have to play her is a foul way
And catch a quick short stay at the Holiday

Now forecast as I won't be playin' soccer with the dreads
Ballin's my hobby, doin' wonders in the bed
From full-size, to king-size, to queen-size, to high-rise
Even bunk beds, I know how to work the leg

If Pu ain't the answer then you must be sick as cancer
Smooth romancer, let it ring, I'll probably answer
So come take a dip with your 'Private Dancer'
Nasty, naughty, over 6' call me shorty

But I'm long, I'm like Stretch Armstrong
I go on and on, and on, and on
Never in a scandal and I'm never caught schemin'
Knew Pu was dope ever since I was semen

Swimmin' in my daddy's big nuts
But now I'm scoopin' girls with the big ole butts
Arise to respond for the Max-well

Ask well, hell, it don't even matter
Puba ain't game for the shit chit-chatter
Puba's in town, oh shit, let's scatter
You can hide that ass, but it just don't matter

The 90s is here, Pu is on a mash-out
Huns that I've done always seem to pass out
But hon wake that ass up this ain't the place to crash out
You try to play me? I have to throw that ass out

Foes and hoes, good riddance
'Cause when Pu comes out, there'll be no skiddin'
I'll slide upstairs and see Chuck at the chop shop
Tell I'm fade the size, let a wolf on top

Reel and reel and soul to soul
Honey, heel to heel and toe to toe
It really doesn't make a diff, I'm not the type to riff
I might smoke a spliff, but I won't sniff

And ya don't stop
(Okay everybody)
Now I'm-a end it like this
I'm like Superfly Snuka, know how to hook a hooker
Caught her on looker, know where I took her

To the short stay, around my way,
And like Monie say, "It was the perfect way"
I caught a verse from the Christian
And it goes, "Praise the Lord"
Skins lined up on a wharf for when I'm bored

From Na-ru, I'm in the right mood
And if you like the way that this flows, well, that's cool
See this is no illusion, the style is too confusin'
If you try to bite, then you're cruisin' for a bruisin'

Back up, sonny and let me make my money
Then I'm straight, I got a date at 8
So see you brothers later, time to motivate
Yeah, now bust it

I'd like to give a shout to my Brand Nubian brothers
Lord Jamar, God Allah, Derrick X on the flex and Alamo
And we gonna give a shout to the SD50s who pumped this
And I'ma say, yo, peace

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