B Ghetto Smile Lyrics

Ghetto Smile Lyrics

Featuring Daryl Hall]  

 A young hog in the hood playin' chase  

 Smile on his face  

 Havin' fun 'cuz it ain't nothin' like this place  

 And you don't wanna race  

 Fool I got the new ones on  

 And we can run from the corner to the Newman's home  

 And after that we goin' go raid the plum tree  

 And stick ball down where those bos be  

 Mom's got the door open bumpin' Marvin Gaye  

 Let's get it on all day everyday  

 At night I pray  

 Lord just let me make it  

 And if I die before I wake then my soul you take it  

 Never fake it  

 My older brother taught me game  

 And sometimes even let the young soldier hang  

 As a loc  

 My only duty was to soak  

 And pass it on to my comrads and closest folks  

 All friends I knew about it as a child  

 I stood proud have you ever seen a ghetto smile?  

 I'm at the junior high actin bad at the dance  

 The slow jam got me with a woody in my pants  

 And my baby with me  

 Her Momma used to babysit me  

 And back then she was just plain old pretty  

 But nowadays it seems that she done grown  

 Jeans fitting and her perm gotta hella long  

 Would I be wrong if I whisper and take her down  

 And maybe play housesitter with her like the Pound  

 It's goin' down about now in the Northern Bay  

 The OG's put it down and make they pay  

 Flip a 6-8 'stang with the blew out braids  

 The only homey in the hood ridin' on thangs  

 And as I peep it thangs have got a little deeper  

 And everybody and their Momma done bought a beeper  

 And then they post on the lake gettin' loose and wild  

 You know the scene it's the ghetto smile  

 At 18 I graduated and now I'm grown  

 About time for the dog to get his own bone  

 I left home got a condo out on Quailridge  

 And like a king is how this young playa live  

 Swimmin' parties in the pool with my dope to roll  

 Wasn't trippin' off nathin' we was all folks  

 Hillside in the house and we gettin' perved  

 Freestylin' gettin' on my neighbor's nerves  

 I love the hood so everyday I'm back to visit  

 And swoop the young so that they can come through and kick it  

 And peep the game just as I did as a kid  

 And watch the savage get his cabbage and place his bid  

 And even though we fight we still remain game tight  

 Handle business and always open for fogiveness  

 It ain't nothin' like a homey you ain't seen in awhile  

 So when you meet him greet him with that ghetto smile