Letra de The Ghetto - Lil' Flip
Letra de canci�n de The Ghetto de Lil' Flip lyrics
[Chorus]
In this world I�m gon� pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
In this world I�m gon� pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
[Verse 1]
Look I was raised in in the (ghetto)
I got payed in the (ghetto)
alot of gangsta�s got made in the (ghetto)
alot of wanksta�s got, got in the (ghetto)
got shot in the (ghetto)-but not popped in they metal
I use to hang out with the ol� G�s and peep game
they use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change
now it�s eight years later and I run shit
kiss the ring �cause now I�m on some dumb shit
and I ain�t with that kissing ass shit dawg
you owe me stacks, don�t hold me back-I�m backin heat with the Heatmakers
I can spitt it from the head I don�t need a piece of loose sleeve paper
you wonder why I never mix and mingle
I�d rather roll a dutch and mix my single
and I don�t know about ya�ll but I�m workin
and I don�t know about you but I ain�t hurtin�
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[Chorus]
In this world I�m gon� pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
[Verse 2]
My neighborhood ain�t shit like Mister Rogers
cause in the(ghetto)niggaz quick to squabble
everybody unemployed in the (ghetto)-well fair, health care
shit the game ain�t fair-alot of ya�ll never come back to the (ghetto)
�cause ya�ll greedy ass fuck
niggaz don�t take care of they kids they�d rather by a new truck
you wanna be a ghetto star and ride in the hood
cause when the D�s post up it�s goin down in the hood
it�s understood that more paper, bring more haters
everybody wanna coach but we need more players
in eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis
I�m stepping out with Air Max with the regular laces
[Chorus]
In this world I�m gon� pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
Something is holdin me back [repeat til the end]
In this world I�m gon� pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
In this world I�m gon� pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
[Verse 1]
Look I was raised in in the (ghetto)
I got payed in the (ghetto)
alot of gangsta�s got made in the (ghetto)
alot of wanksta�s got, got in the (ghetto)
got shot in the (ghetto)-but not popped in they metal
I use to hang out with the ol� G�s and peep game
they use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change
now it�s eight years later and I run shit
kiss the ring �cause now I�m on some dumb shit
and I ain�t with that kissing ass shit dawg
you owe me stacks, don�t hold me back-I�m backin heat with the Heatmakers
I can spitt it from the head I don�t need a piece of loose sleeve paper
you wonder why I never mix and mingle
I�d rather roll a dutch and mix my single
and I don�t know about ya�ll but I�m workin
and I don�t know about you but I ain�t hurtin�
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/the-ghetto-lil--flip.php
[Chorus]
In this world I�m gon� pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
[Verse 2]
My neighborhood ain�t shit like Mister Rogers
cause in the(ghetto)niggaz quick to squabble
everybody unemployed in the (ghetto)-well fair, health care
shit the game ain�t fair-alot of ya�ll never come back to the (ghetto)
�cause ya�ll greedy ass fuck
niggaz don�t take care of they kids they�d rather by a new truck
you wanna be a ghetto star and ride in the hood
cause when the D�s post up it�s goin down in the hood
it�s understood that more paper, bring more haters
everybody wanna coach but we need more players
in eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis
I�m stepping out with Air Max with the regular laces
[Chorus]
In this world I�m gon� pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
Something is holdin me back [repeat til the end]
