pretty music Those pretty boys got pretty, pretty, pretty girls Come and dance with me, check my pants you'll see My bathroom is a funky kind of ghetto
s the, City of Angels and constant danger South Central LA, can't get no stranger Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb Watchin the ghetto bird
Keepin it real Verse One: 2Pac I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone
Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash Coke, dope, ex
When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass One feed me mangoes, the other lightin my hash Rap tabloids
hop around with pancakes I touched down with hash browns and serve 'em with the pancakes Patty cake, patty cake, I hop around with pancakes Got flapjacks, hash
me navigate Thru this hate retaliate, it's official I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb When I hit you Push the issue My ghetto dope
tha smoke from the pound (B Real) Pack another bowl in the pipe if you want hell Maybe we can lace another load, make the song sail Let me roll this hash
to sinners Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto
-notes is fallin from the sky, by now the credits roll They're starrin Nas, executive poet, produced directed by the Kid slash Escobar; narration describes the lives of lost tribes in the ghetto
think I ain't No need to brag Man these hoes love Jeezy they just like my swag The way I do my thang I'm just a young ghetto nigga with a big ass chain
drink Nigga think I ain't No need to brag Man these hoes love Jeezy they just like my swag The way I do my thang I'm just a young ghetto nigga with a
think I ain't No need to brag Man these hoes love Jeezy they just like my swag The way I do my thang I'm just a young ghetto nigga wit a big ass chain
notes is fallin' from the sky, by now the credits roll They're starrin' Nas, executive poet, produced directed by The Kid Slash Escobar narration describes The lives of lost tribes in the ghetto
that, might as well call me pool 'coz I'm gettin' splashed And that Lamborghini liftin' the stash Even gettin' the mass while some haze be mixed wit the hash
or went hand to hand Me, I don't know nothin 'bout takin the stand I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can Nah, I don't know nothin 'bout dro or hash