Money in the Ghetto

In the ghetto, you think life is hard Food stamps and to' up cars Wall to wall dirty orange carpet Sittin' in a bucket, hopin' you can start it And ride around to the liquor store Can't get a job get drunk some more You betta stop trippin' on dem stereotypes 'Cause in the ghetto there's a good life We ain't starvin like Marvin, won't see no roach When ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood You're sittin' on leather watchin' big screens Bought by the dope fiends Smokin, and what about the brother wit the good jobs Savin money, and workin hard Bought a house for his wife and kids Ya only got one life to live Another brother got some cocaine You know his face, but don't know his name You know he got the sack mayn And he's sittin on a fat bank Seven cars at his house in the driveway Benz so clean don't roll it just fly away 'Cause folks got money in the ghetto yeah you know Hey hey hey, whatcha got to say? (There's money in the ghetto) Hollywood! Havin' money in the ghetto, uhh Money in the ghetto ain't nothin new It's been like that, way before you Was even born, get up from the down stroke Chocolate City for the black folks Say it loud in ya hot pants Man child in the promised land I take you back to Iceberg Slim And all the players that came before him If you a everyday hustler, get your money Cause what they do to black man ain't funny All the time tryin to put us the pen You get paroled and then they send you again All the homies in the hood gettin' paid You might have left but the money stayed In the ghetto, it ain't all about drugs Gettin' paid doin all kinds of stuff Only rule on the streets is don't get caught Unless your hustle ain't breakin' the law And even though rich folks got it good We sittin' on 'em fat in the hood I'm ridin' on some gold ones Smokin dank and it's potent Ask them fools, cause they know There's money in the ghetto Hey hey hey, whatcha got to say? (There's money in the ghetto) Hollywood! Havin' money in the ghetto, uhh I got money baby, just tell me the price 'Cause Short Dog ain't nuttin' nice I always hit the town wit my boy Ben Franklin Spend fo', get an ounce of dank then Rich nigga get high relaxin' If I bust a Ben Frank' get some Andrew Jacksons Five twenties for a hundred dollar bill You know the math, let's make a deal On the one dollar bill if you look on the front You find the face of George Washington Make money baby, that's all I do That's how I know Thomas Jefferson is on the two Abraham Lincoln got shot and died Freed the slaves so they put him on the five And Hamilton, my old time friend They put his face on the front of the ten These are the dead, presidents From the hood and they represent The American dream for the average minority Make your money get some weed and a forty I'm on the Eastside livin' like a king Kick back watchin' fifty inch screens Bounce to the Westside, hit the studio And spend my money in the ghetto Hey hey hey whatcha got to say? (They got money in the ghetto) Hollywood! Havin' money in the ghetto, uhh Nowadays if you can't say a rap, or play sports You might just come up short And they always say the same things Don't be a gangster or a dope fiend Get your high school diploma, go to college Get a degree and start makin' dollars Only one thing wrong, and it's a trip Inner city schools don't teach us shit Got us stuck on stupid, straight S.O.S Can't get nothin, but they payin' the rest of them fools All around the world in the other countries They should be spendin' that money right here In the state of California You graduate and can't spell diploma Dip to the hood and get rich Slangin' rocks to a smoked out bitch No school'll come close to that A few transaction make my pockets fat I make a lot of money and it ain't no lie I'll probably ball til the day I die And if I didn't, so what? I bet you I'd still come up 'Cause there's a whole lot of money in the ghetto yeah you know Hey hey hey whatcha got to say? (They got money in the ghetto) Hollywood! Havin' money in the ghetto, uhh