ghetto story) Here's my, ghetto story (*Story) So many reasons to sing now, plus now we got the keys to the kingdom (This is my story, real ghetto
put it on the California ... [Chorus:] Always .. to compete me up, I'm driven I'll be in the .. new whips like the driven Though low, they know my best friend
sick Steamin', they can't understand the meanin' So they plot and conjure up ways to interrupt my well bein' But that 9's been a damn good friend Plus
? She's talkin' about, ?Abuse me, use me Show me how the T Dot rolls? My style is off the thermostat plus I'm comin' from the cold, yo What the chill? My
Or you 'gon make me carve your ass up now straight Come on Game you will never be my equal Your homies shoot doors, my niggas shoot people See me I'
hands in the air! Admit two shots in the atmosphere! Verse 1 It's been three weeks since you were looking for your friend The one you let hit it and
club With the video models plus the bottles yea a lotta that Tonight I could care less bout where the party at Alot of numbers in my phone but you the one
for you and me Yo, yo, check it It's important we communicate And tune the fate of this union to the right pitch I never call you my bitch or even my
that turf, like me and my family Pimp tryna make a dollar outta fifteen cent Bustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent Me and my folks we on one (On one
jizz in my pants The next day my alarm goes off And I jizz in my pants Open my window and a breeze rolls in And I jizz in my pants When Bruce Willis
I was watching my TV one night when they broke in with a special report About some devastating earthquake in Peru There were thirty thousand crushed
them streets runnin' them streets. I say my music is my best friend my confidant I love the way we live as one together we the perfect bond. Me and my
tell she comprehend 'cause she keyin' on my Benz While I'm sleepin', she be creepin' on me sneakin' in my pockets Lookin' for numbers in my phone and condoms in my
I had to be my own man Regardless of what the stakes was, Ima play my own hand And im tired of bein let down be my so called friends And regardless of
Said, ?If I sold each one for nine, I'd have grip? But I hesitated, I ain't never sold a stone I done seen it fuck the hood up Plus all my niggaz gone
Heaven in the form of a girl, everybody's sayin' My angel, my sunshine Bless the day that I found Heaven in the form of a girl My best friend, my good
heart disease plays the friend I ran out emotion, my rap style's devotion I got hosts for you Soviet peoples across the ocean My path releases, volcanic