Ghetto Smile Lyrics

Ghetto Smile lyrics

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