Ghetto Blaster I'm a Ghetto Blaster I'm a ghetto, I'm a ghetto, I'm a ghetto, I'm a Ghetto Blaster! I'm a Ghetto Blaster [x3] I'm a ghetto, I'm a ghetto
Coked out is the new tipsy Tracy Morgan's the new Nipsy Skinny jeans are the new fashion But none of that shit fits me Weed smoke is the new incense
my gat I'm fin' to spit and hold my dick And heat shit up like a thermostat Grab your partner by the chaps Give your partner a pimp slap To symbolize, the ghetto
[The Coup cover] It's time to work [Chorus x2: Boots Riley] Everybody throw your lighters up Tell me y'all fin' to fight or what? Everybody get your
[M.I.A. Cover] I fly like paper, get high like planes If you catch me at the border I got warrants in my name If you come around here, we workin' all
let's do it! [Chorus] [Boots Riley:] You have just been rocked, by the Street Sweeper Social Club We're more than a band, we're a motherfuckin social club
Had a car with stuck doors and primer finish To take a girl out I had to climb her in it She really hoped her friends didn't find her in it When she