뮤직 비디오

크레딧

실연 아티스트
Jeezy
Jeezy
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Jeezy
Jeezy
작곡가
Montay Humphrey
Montay Humphrey
작곡가
Korey Roberson
Korey Roberson
작곡가
Earl T Stevens
Earl T Stevens
작곡가
Donny Hathaway
Donny Hathaway
작곡가
Leroy Hutson
Leroy Hutson
작곡가
Jan Branicki
Jan Branicki
작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
DJ Montay
DJ Montay
프로듀서
big korey
big korey
프로듀서
Cee Copeland
Cee Copeland
레코딩 엔지니어
Tony Rey
Tony Rey
믹싱 엔지니어
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
마스터링 엔지니어

가사

Oh, you gotta know what's up to relate to this shit Oh, you ain't did nothin' I ain't never did, nigga Trust me (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go) The Ghetto That's where I learned my lessons, where I got my blessings (yeah) The Ghetto Seen my first ten thousand, nigga, I ain't even flexin' The Ghetto On fire, no lighter (no lighter), hood like Al Qaeda (damn) The Ghetto Got money on my mind (on my mind), that's why I pull them all-nighters In the Ghetto (let's go) Old school with the pipes on it Pull up on the block, shoot dice on it (damn) We don't give a fuck about the polices (nah) Got court in the morning, pray to sweet Jesus Granny cooking neck bones, throw some rice on it (on it) Got a fifth brown liquor, throw some ice on it Gotta get your checks cashed at the liquor store (store) And I'm playing "Cash-3" at the Texaco (haha) Apartment so hot, gave your boy a tan Swear I just seen the homies on Gangland (damn) You either on parole or probation The DA gonna send you on vacation (yeah) Turn the water back on with some grip pliers All the telephone poles got club fliers (yeah) Ten-year sentence, modern-day grave Where they still treat us like modern-day slaves The Ghetto That's where I learned my lessons, where I got my blessings (yeah) The Ghetto Seen my first ten thousand, nigga, I ain't even flexin' The Ghetto On fire, no lighter (no lighter), hood like Al Qaeda (damn) The Ghetto Got money on my mind (on my mind), that's why I pull them all-nighters In the Ghetto (let's go) Hot dogs, and pork and beans (comfort food) Hot water cornbread and mustard greens (soul foods) Skid marks from the tires (skee-skrrt) Rims spinning like dryers (aye!) Pullin' all-nighters We use a dope fiend match if we ain't got a lighter Spring, fall, winter, and summer Always remember, a fiend never forget a phone number (uh-uh) In the Ghetto, when your lips is black You either smoke too much cigarettes or do too much crack (damn) We're tryna get out, and that's a fact Finish college, co-mack-ulations on that (congratulations) My daughter, she datin' a dread bro He activated, might get our wig split in half by the po-po (12) We can be our own enemy (yeah, haterism) Plus we dealing with White supremacy (let's go) The Ghetto That's where I learned my lessons, where I got my blessings (yeah) The ghetto Seen my first ten thousand, nigga, I ain't even flexin' The Ghetto On fire, no lighter (no lighter), hood like Al Qaeda (damn) The Ghetto Got money on my mind (on my mind), that's why I pull them all-nighters In the Ghetto (let's go)
Writer(s): Montay Desmond Humphrey, Leroy Hutson, Donny Edward Hathaway, Korey Robertson, Jay W. Jenkins, Earl T Stevens, Jan Richard Branicki Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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