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    Sticky Fingaz / Lyrics

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    "Ghetto" Lyrics

    Sticky Fingaz feat. Petey Pablo

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    [Sticky Fingaz - talking]
    If your head is as big as Shamello's
    If your bank is the check cashin place
    If you put on panty-hose instead of shavin your legs
    If you use grease that you used over and over again
    If you only go to church on Easter and holidays
    Then you ghetto, believe that

    [Chorus]
    Can you be rich and be ghetto? (Yep)
    And just cause you poor do that mean that you ghetto? (Nope)
    So people don't understand what it mean to be ghetto
    And if you gonna ask then you probably never know

    [Sticky Fingaz]
    Bein ghetto, it's just the things we do sometimes
    Like hangin your clothes on the oven to dry
    But you late, you gotta go and they ain't ready yet
    (You put 'em on anyway, and rock 'em halfway wet)
    First you wear then return everything you buy
    Always lookin for a discount 'til the day you die
    Got three kids, by three different guys
    (And all they need to give you is a Mai Tai and a shot)
    You know you ghetto when you use a wrench for a channel changer
    No antenna, you gotta use a metal hanger
    Drink from the container and put it back in the fridge
    (Knowin damn well the shit was wrong you did)
    Put salt on your food, before you even taste it
    Get a doggy bag, ghetto niggaz ain't wastin shit
    You know you ghetto, no, you know you grimy
    (When you iron dirty pants 'til them shits get shiny)

    [Chorus 2x]

    [Sticky Fingaz]
    Ghetto's not a place, it don't matter what color you are
    You can be white as chalk or as black as tar
    And it really don't matter how much money you have
    (You can live on Fifth Ave. and be ghetto fab)
    You know you ghetto when your soap is the size of a chiclet
    Run into the kitchen wet for dishwashin liquid
    The water cold cause they shut off all your power
    (You know you ghetto if you pee in the shower)
    No toilet paper, somebody used the last you had
    No problem, just get a Daily News or a paper bag
    Ball it up and crumble it, make it soft in your ass
    (But when you flush, the toilet always gets stocked up)
    And if you got the money, the landlord never get it
    We never pay the rent, yo we almost got evicted
    If this shit is funny or offendin you
    (Chances are, it's because you're ghetto too)

    [chorus 2x]

    Can you be rich and be ghetto (3x)
    And if you gotta ask then you'll probably never know
    Ghetto
    East Coast is the ghetto
    West Coast is the ghetto
    South Side is the ghetto
    Everywhere is the ghetto
    The ghetto
    The ghetto
    The ghetto
    I'll probably die, in the ghetto..
    This song was submitted on December 23rd, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Sean Michael Anderson, Terius Youngdell Nash.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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