a trip to rome but i made it back home sittin all alone i'm on the Latin Throne WHAT!!! [chorus] 2x i'm the child of the ghetto(ghetto) said i'm the child
a trip to rome but i made it back home sittin all alone i'm on the Latin Throne WHAT!!! [course 2x] i'm the child of the ghetto (ghetto) said i'm the child
Chorus [Destiny's Child & Master P]: People always talking 'bout (I'm what? Say what? I'm what? Say what?) You're a hustler (I'm what? Say what? I'm
life is too god damn short And now my mind play tricks And all my boys acting ghetto Back to the CP I put my pedal to the medal God bless the child that
that Wizard of OZ At the ranch where my weed plants grow free. December 9, a child was born with no heart. Since a kid, they said I wouldn't go far. Ghetto
Chorus [Singer & SPM]: Children of the ghettooo, hold on They got me runnin' through my ghetto First Verse: They got me runnin' through my ghetto
can get, them contracts no joke Can't ask Sammy Davis Jr., bout dying flat broke Don't take a rope to hang yourself, this game can be deadly Ask South Park
a Florida Gator Tell them playa haters, E.S.G. I don't bar 50 cash and dash, like my name was Peter Warren I parallel parked it, ghetto starts cost to
: Chorus [Destiny's Child & Master P]: People always talking 'bout (I'm what? Say what? I'm what? Say what?) You're a hustler (I'm what? Say what?
cause life is too god damn short And now my mind play tricks And all my boys acting ghetto Back to the CP I put my pedal to the medal God bless the child
it whistles Holler at ya boy if you want your song tighter I'm the best new artist, and the best songwriter Don't care if you ghetto or sophisticated
life is ruing Selling that shit... [K-Rino] Yeah, I know you gotta live and learn... No brothas won't even sweat that...It will be alright... Yeah, South Park
't love none of ya'll hoes so fuck you You never understand the things I write Until you spend a night in the South Park twilight I'm steadily trying
