Artist: Black Sheep
Album: Similak Child 12"
Song: Still in the Ghetto
I guess I gotta give em
Headaches over headbanging beat breaks
Lyrics know the moment cause you rode 'em to my scrotum
Hoping makes a pretty penny, if any, one of many, we're coming through
Smacking ya wits I've always seen in Street Fighter II
Big D's like a Honda, bite like Blancka, or flip Ms. Chun Li best be easy baby
You'll get the fair fist from the figure only get O sopranoes
Get dismantle, too hot to handle, I am
Grunt fiddle hawk when I talk
Then I speak in half Puerto Rican brother from New York
All I smack you wit a ?corlota coat hero?
You didn't figure n***a I'll smoke ya
Sharp duck, I'm running amuck
I jock it for the mic to prove I give less than a f**
Peeping, I'll freak it then sneak it across the border
Now troublemakers and we're not taking your order
The water, don't wanna be deceived
I'm bucking some change, now I feel f**ing naive
Cause I'm living my day beat in the city of scum
I'm in a different one daily and it's yours, that's the one
That got drop, crooked cop shoot sure shots
Putting technically emphetic, you people are plops
Now that I go pa** code, I don't know, yo, bro
I feel like I'm still in the ghetto
(chorus)
Put me in a house on the hill (still in the ghetto)
Hit me till my tanks on filled (still in the ghetto)
Get me a job so I don't have to rob, why do I wanna k** (still in the ghetto)
Now bust it, sit back, I'm bout to rip it
Trust it, the styles like lusted
And wicked, loosely, who me I'm groovy
I saw Fritz the cat when it was in the fuking movies
Cause I go back like pitching pennies on a project step
One of five when the boulevard live
When a rebel pulled a card, steady yard
I ride around and rip the n**y get dope, it's just too hard
Why brothers k** one another like coppers get undercovers
When all we really got is one another
A brother could feed me but if it needs me
If I'm greedy, then what of myself do I discovered
Say what I know, see what I saw
Do what I did so kid, I'm sliding through the door
Ticket get wit the shorty wit his eye on the tech
Kick it to the crew that's not all safe s**
Even kick it wit the man wit a plate pig neck juice
Kid, I get loose like a ferret
Why front, I've been rocking suits since the Parrot
Le Bush Von negro, kid I'm crazy ghetto
Yea, yo, tiptoe, through your road wit amigos
Ready or not, here come the Sheep to relieve
Pull it off the kuff while we're wearing short sleeves
Get it, got it, good
Put it in you stereo and blast it in your hood
Chorus
Now if its checkers, chess, or sole survivor
I'm gonna catch wreck like I was a drunk driver
But how's your hand-o in the ghetto
Only thing you got is what you had from the get (ready) go
Yo, you can't trust even if your tight
Cause they hug with the left, stab you with the right
Love you Astoria and blan by Corona
I'm still the same, I still got game like Barcelona
Don't think I forgot where I've been when you see me in a crowd
Come in, no one's allowed, I hope I make you proud
And as for those that never liked me
You can go to hell and sight see
The past is an ash, gone like spent cash
Peace, boom bash, I won't dash
I'm rollin through your region with the Legion, reason
Thought it was a rabbit, kid, it's duck season
Don't think up I'm letting selling out, don't forget and
Don't think I won't represent man
Take a brother out and where he was is in him
Drop 'em then I'm wearing silk, corduroy, or denim
Make your mom's momma or make your kids do the jerk
Comments couldn't faze me if they came from Captain Kirk
On the ground I can do, in the sand I can do 'em
Throw a rhyme beat like my name were Warren Moon
Hold back, wild black, I never turn blue
I'm chilling with Candy Innocent, we're both bound to
Get ready for the new, yo, we'll show it
Call the record week and it'll be here before you know it
So on the real, don't sweat, where's my beds at
No matter where it goes, I know where my heads at
Chorus