Fabolous Lyrics

Album: Real Talk

Ghetto Lyrics

(feat. Thara)

 [Intro - Fabolous]

 From hood to hood they see what's hood

 And know who I be! uh!

 

 [Verse - Fabolous]

 I got the Yankee leaning, just sittin over to browse

 And the G4 is just getting over the clouds

 You can't tell me that I ain't what's up right now

 I got a bottle of Tequila upside down

 There's some chicks wit boyfriends that are up tight now

 Cause they know the big 'dog' had a 'pups' like wow

 I'm stuck in my city ways

 Heading over seas wit a zip of New York City's haze

 You rats can keep running through your city's maze

 Until you get sprayed with the pesticide

 I know you in that hole, you best to hide

 Like the rest who tried, who went and testified

 Of course your girl wanna slide over and be rubbed

 And don't mind taking rides over the G dubs

 I ride Rovers on Spre-dubs

 Please don't be another dude who died over a ski dub, chill

 

 [Chorus - Fabolous & (Thara)]

 From hood to hood they see what's hood and know who I be

 From block to block they see it, not can't know who I be

 From state to state they cannot hate, they know who I be

 From the east to west, through the midwest and downsouth it's Ghetto!

 (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto!

 (It's Ghetto-oh!) It's Ghetto! (It's Ghetto-ohh!) It's Ghetto!

 

 [Verse - Fabolous]

 I get it jumping like a lo lo '64

 And bet they hop on it like a pogo stick pro

 I'm chilling wit these go go chicks though

 That do the kind of things that belong in a porno flick yo

 You know it's him and the gang

 Wit the bling worked on, that remind you of lemon meringue

 But remember the thangs, ain't too far

 And y'all wanna hear em go bang bang bang

 Like John Witherspoon, I'm watching em closely

 I know the snakes gon' slither soon

 The two toned Maybach's getting delivered soon

 The back feels like sitting in the living room

 I'm so hard bodied like the suit on Batman

 It's that man that back to back plat' scan

 I'm back for the third time, I make words rhyme for a living

 You probably heard I'm still ghetto, nigga!

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse - Fabolous]

 They tried to put two 9's on me, just like Gretzky

 But my lawyer saw through it just like wet tees

 I smoke till my eyes look just like Jet Li's

 On islands where the water's blue just like Pepsi

 Yeah the trigger just might get squeezed

 And the slugs will skip over your waves, just like jet skis

 Hoes know Ghetto from New York, call em the Fresh Prince

 And throw rose petals when I walk

 They love how I came back hard like good blow

 And I'm still a heart throb to a hood ho

 That's what hood though, yes I would know

 That's cause I'm in the streets like man hole covers

 Rims look like blades when a fan blow brother

 I'm waiting on a storm to land, roast others

 The man no other, cause I been in it

 My time is money, y'all couldn't buy ten minutes

 I'm gone! catch up!

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Scott Storch instrumental outro]