Good Ole Ghetto 歌词

Ha Ha I know yall can feel me on this one cause I'm talking bout the ghetto Well, well, well, well, well Oh yeah Feel me come go with me I was about 13 as I recall, just a young whippersnapper playin' ball tryin' to hang out with the homies after dark We use to slap box until the street lights come on and I can hear my mama yelling that it was time to come home but being young you know how hard it be was. I can clearly remember all the other kids laughing at me because I use to wear those hand me downs but if they can only see me now, and evey now and then I reminisce about it well baby thats life as well you know when you come straight from the ghetto. Hey yo, hey yo Give me some of that, give me some of that Good ole ghetto Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again Yo, hey yo Give me some of that, give me some of that good ole ghetto Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories We ate ghetto food, we wore ghetto clothes, ended up being ghetto stars, driving our ghetto loads With a diamond in the back, sunroof top, diggin in the scene with a gansta lean ooh Now I can clearly remember when it was cool to do the "Hammer" dance and everybody wore those pants but back then I just couldn't afford it and every now and then I reminisce about but its all good in the hood you know especially when your from the ghetto Hey yo, hey yo Give me some of that, give me some of that Good ole ghetto Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again Yo, hey yo Give me some of that, give me some of that Good ole ghetto Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, Talking bout the ghetto, talking bout the ghetto Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, Talking bout the ghetto, talking bout the ghetto Hey yo, hey yo Give me some of that, give me some of that Good ole ghetto Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again Yo, hey yo Give me some of that, give me some of that Good ole ghetto Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories Ha Ha, yeah this song goes out to all my homies that are locked up and all my homies who are passed away Rest In Peace. Ha yeah, yeah from the Goodfellas Family to you and yours. So ghetto