Sittin' there, sittin' there Sittin' there All alone I been feeling kinda strange lately I don't know what's going on baby Ever since I came back from
Vertaling: Changing Faces. Ghettout.
Man, man, look at the sky All the stars man The stars is beautiful tonight Look at 'em Ghetto superstar, that is what you are Comin' from afar, reachin
There are places in Havana That remind me of Savanna Parts of West Virginia That might as well be Kenya Parts of New York City Parts of Mississippi,
"My Fault (Ghetto Apology)" [Chorus:] Oops My Bad I Thought It Was Your Fault Got To Admit It Even Though It's Hard But Its My Fault Im Lettin You Know
When I was a young boy Growing up in the ghetto Hanging out on corners Singin' with the fellas Lookin' for the cute chicks Trying to find a bit of fun
What?s crack-a-lackin?, baby girl? You know I keep it ghetto fabulous everyday Yep, in a real way, hey, hey, hey Look, now what would a girl like you
They call me ghetto neighbor, I don't give a fuck Sounds bumping all night steadily waking you up Homies banging on the door because I'm slanging the
As the snow flies on a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing that
verse 1 long nails, pack of weave dutches and a bag of weed that's all a bitch like you need you from the f**king ghetto that Reggie Miller that you
Leave my heart to the ghetto Rubber bands stuffed all in up Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money (Get money) That's the motto, hustle all day Then we do the shit
Ok, we got the Birdman in the building We got Killa in the building We got Young Weezy in the building Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy, baby Tryna see him
In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city In this world I'm gon' pity I was raised in the ghetto-out the city Look I was raised
Life Niggaz used to come and get me When it was time to disagree with an enemy Pass the Hennessey it gives me energy Packed the gat in the small of my
Chorus On a cold and grey chicago morn' A poor little baby child is born - in the ghetto On a cold and grey chicago morn' A poor little baby child is
If you ever lived in a ghetto And maybe at the close of your day On your front porch you hear the sound of a jukebox From the neighborhood cafe Well,
