Ghetto Style

歌詞

Inner City Posse holding it down Playing that day ol' by the pound Catch ya in the south side running things Fools are straight up living like kings In the alley roads in the dark of the night Hood rolls through trying to make things right Can't see the ghetto last more than a while Laying clean of losers serving ghetto style Creaking on a 40 and it's making me brave If a punk jumps up, then I'll put him in his grave Chilling ICP on a full time basis Your crew's getting worried I can see it on their faces Scared cause my boys just macked on your freak Dropkicked your dad and called your sister a geek Shoulda kept your mouth shut, Id'a let it pass Keep talking shit, Im'a whip ya ass Drop the pieces Quit running your lip And we'll go head up and I'm gonna whip Your Kentucky ass straight back to the hills I be driving the car with kid Vil and Phil Your ass is lead then he laughs about it Cause in Delray a drive by ain't shit We stay to the slums Steal wine from a bum Sell dope to a basehead His money comes from an armed robbery or a BNE But how he gets his money ain't shit to me Getting paid Getting laid And my style is cold Pulling hoes in a court follow gangsta code Ghetto style the boy don't play Killing military Southwest Delray Inner City Posse fucking shit up I drink eightball from a 40 You drink Kool-Aid from a cup Down with 2 Dope and Violent J Pimp a different hoe each and every other day Not the ugly girls with the saggy butts Those skanky ass hoes don't even make me nut ICP pulling nothing but babes If the bitch ain't fucking, get the hell away Cause we ain't got time for a stingy ass bitch Only wants the money Never wants to hitch Up to one girl or 5 at that Inner City Posse on the end till the cap