Now T-L-C will challenge Goodie Mob To a game of ghetto laser tag When they say "What It Is" You scream "What It Ain't"
1999 (yeah) TLC Goodie M-O-B Goodie Mob This energy of ghetto sounds For the Y-2-G
What you wanna do wit it What it is and what it ain't (what) Either you bring it (we gon' bring it) Or you can't Sometimes it gets kinda messy out there But we get by (what you wanna do wit' it) One day at a time
I still go eat At Waffle House At the 112 When I go out Where do you hang Or do you slang Or wear a chain Wit' platinum rings I still maintain My ghetto side I Keep my pride Get on my ride 20 inch rims I sport a brim Hang with my girls Go to the mall Around the world And keep your change The finest things Will still remain so
Bridge: Oooooh Don't even look from across the room You don't know enough about this world to Ever get it on with me Or hang out where I do Oooooh Don't even look from across the floor You don't have game enough anymore To come upon a girl like me When that's not a possibility cuz
She's a built classic girl I'm her big boss man I like old model cars and big Sedans You like two doors Funding in clothes and Rolls I sit on the porch Sip some and pose I like the night When you're humpin' hot ho's I do sweets while you preferred the lows Tonight I'ma choose cuz ya already chose It's grown folk business and I run the floor
Chorus: Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me And you ain't hot enuff for me And you ain't fly enuff for me And you're too tight with your money Cuz you ain't ghetto enuff for me And you ain't hot enuff for me And you ain't fly enuff for me And you're too tight with your money
Sugar baby is still ghetto like hot fries I conquer all of them niggas Give ya 20/20 With his bloodshot eyes Got turned into gold Went from two O's to thirty two lows Which is enough to buy a Rolls Ain't but nobody knows Stay at my place Keep my diamonds out of your face You wanna be with this player Gotta play at my pace I'm slum but I can still come Over there where you from If you want some bullshit you better buy you some
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Shorty wear your booty Shorty wear your gold teeth Shorty wear your long nails Shorty wear your fake hair Shorty got the attitude All up in the news To represent the 90's girl Tippin' the O-E's too I got your back you got the front It's how we do it off in the woods With the bump on them dubs ain't no scrubs Over here I'm a ghetto millionaire Can you see me gettin' it clear I'ma keep on servin' it like I'm supposed to baby
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What Don't be suffocatin' my pockets While I'm recessitatin' these topics Like where your G's where your loot And you're lookin' real dumb when you get the boot What it is my road to me Come from some of the hardest of streets We custom navigate to the club With some of the hardest of beats What it ain't is you sleepin' with all the shit I've been through Cuz I'ma keep doin' all the things that I gots to do Damn it I'll put your ass to work Comb your nappy head till it hurts
Where them signs stop These are the ropes Take your wealth up off the street Or you might hurt your throat You know you're ghetto When you don't show up in court For not payin' your child support Or you too bullshit for me You act like you're too good to eat At Church's, Popeye's, and Hartz I shop at Walter's Bright Creek In the mall where it's steep and deep I hang out in Bank Head You prefer Buckhead Your favorite color is hot pink I love that gangsta way
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