Spice 1 - Welcome Back To The Ghetto lyrics
(Chorus: Spice 1) Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands (Welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life (It's welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands (It's welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life (Welcome back to the ghetto) (Spice 1) Still livin' day by day and thug n***as don't play n***as thirty years old still out here slangin' yay Goin' dub for dub, same block, same corner Too much dr-a-drama out here in California Different time, different year but still the same place You a** n***as still throwin' rocks up in your face Some n***as is still alive I stay in the cut Some n***as incarcerated, some n***as straight nuts Lost they mind somwhere in the game they confused Said about the life they livin' walk in my shoes You can't, cause I'ma rider hopelessly lost up in the thug world, fast cars and girls Gun cases, handcuffs, cops searchin' me thorough Smokin' weed liftin' weights b**h places and girls Gotta stay strong, it's not about how long you last Don't ever let them, jealous motherf**ers speak on your casket In the ghetto where n***as shoot it out in the rain Mobb Buckets, shattered headlights, hopes and dreams Wrote with schemes, n***as gettin' smoked with beams It's hard to tell who's on the same team Welcome back to the ghetto (Chorus: Spice 1) Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands (Welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life (It's welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands (It's welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life (Welcome back to the ghetto) (Spice 1) I'm worried about Ms Parker - that old lady she just sit on the porch in a rockin' chair watchin' n***as come up short She had a son three months ago shot and k**ed in cold blood on his way to the store Man you know - she used to wave to me, used to speak and say hi But now all she do is stare with that look in her eye Rockin' back and forth with no facial expression I heard that she had a stroke from all her depression Workin' hard all her life scrubbin' toilets and floors And my n***a - he don't want his mama workin' no more But the price for a better life they cost ya, ya own I guess that's why my n***a never made it back home In the ghetto front line where the game is ferocious Babies sleepin' on the floor with the rats and roaches Momma cookin' in the kitchen burnin' the rice I'm still makin' sure the babies say they prayers at night In the ghetto (Chorus: Spice 1) Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands (Welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life (It's welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands (It's welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life (Welcome back to the ghetto) (Spice 1) It's a nice place to visit but you don't wanna live Little mini g**ners, bad a** kids Eleven years old, they got the Mack 10 tucked Little shorty wanna be a thug anxious to buck Tryin' to tell the little niglet, pick a book up and read he said the game was his teacher and the school was the streets I think it's kinda selfish, everybody wanna million Buildin' more jails and less schools for the children In the ghetto, where the n***as k-a-keepin' it poppin' You a veteran like me, a good job ain't an option Who the hell is gonna hire a villian, an ex-con? Tattoo's and stab wounds come back another time Scars on my wrists from handcuffs too tight Keep it gangsta but still manage to keep the Lord in my life Lord please tell Lucither he need to turn the heat down I'm feelin' the flames of hell underneath my feet now In the ghetto (Chorus: Spice 1) Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands (Welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life (It's welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands (It's welcome back to the ghetto) Make me wanna holler, wadin' through my life (Welcome back to the ghetto)