Hall Oates 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