• Добавить новый текст
  • Внести корректировку

  • Текст песни Kardinal Offishall - U R Ghetto



    [Intro] (Girl and guy talking)
    Ayyo, whassup girl?
    What's with this dress shirt and jogger pants?
    Whatever
    How you gonna be wearing them open toed shoes and white socks?
    Whatever nigga
    You still got coupons from White Castle
    Whatever
    You're so ghetto, your probably a valued customer at White Castle
    Nigga, you so ghetto you still rockin a cameo
    Whatever, you're so ghetto
    you still got them MC Lyte earring for 1987
    Whatever nigga
    You're so ghetto you gotta taxi search for a limo again
    Whatever
    You're so ghetto
    your family car says hard as hell in silver on the side

    [Kardinal]
    Check, yo
    You know you ghetto when the money you got
    Is a whole lot of ones stacked up to make a knot
    You know you ghetto when you thinkin your a star
    And your waiting at the back for drinks at the bar
    You know you ghetto when think your number one with the flow
    And you shoutin out yourself on the radio
    You know you ghetto when the polo that you rock
    Says Fruit Of The Loom on the label and on the top, nigga
    You know you ghetto when you stuck inside a jail
    Them Jordans on your feet costed more then your bail
    You know you ghetto when you going on the creep
    And your girl gotta wait for her children to fall asleep
    You know you ghetto when you think you represent
    But them niggas on your block aint spendin a red cent
    Aint tryin to buy your album (nigga hell no!)
    If you dubbin this right now 'stead of buyin the single your...

    (You're Ghetto)
    Ghetto's what ya are
    When ya think you a star
    Flossin on the street in the rental car
    (You're Ghetto)
    Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that your nice
    But the opposite dont look twice
    (You're Ghetto)
    You're G to the H to the E to the T T O
    (You're Ghetto)
    You're G to the H to the E to the T T O
    (You're Ghetto)

    [Kardinal]
    Yeah, check it, yeah
    You know you ghetto when your boys push crack
    And you buyin crack from them so you can go smoke out back
    You know you ghetto when your moms part of your crew
    And your grandmom is only 5 years older then you
    You know you ghetto when I dont know who you are but nigga I know yo name
    Cause I can read it on your chain
    You know you ghetto when ya, signin along
    And ya can relate to the rhyme I'm spittin in the song
    You know you ghetto when ya best clothes, is your dress clothes
    And your dress is blue jeans and chineese slippers, namean?
    You know you ghetto when ya askin for cigarettes cause you cant afford hash
    Mixed with that weed in your stash
    You know you ghetto when you tryin to get your flirt on
    And that cop blockin nigga has got the same damn shirt on
    You know you ghetto when you own two cars
    And you need ten for me to buy drinks at the bar

    (You're Ghetto)
    Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that your fly
    But the homegirls walk right by
    (You're Ghetto)
    Ghetto's what ya are when ya think ya got clout
    But your hair weave keeps fallin out
    (You're Ghetto)
    You're G to the H to the E to the T T O
    (You're Ghetto)
    You're G to the H to the E to the T T O

    [Kardinal]
    You check it,
    You know you ghetto when you bring home your boys
    And your moms lookin at your crew like they sex toys
    You know you ghetto when your brothers paid for jugglin
    Need a (?) beam were talkin bout nigga we strugglin
    You know you ghetto when ya sittin down in class
    And dang, a cock roach went and crawled out ya bookbag
    You know you ghetto when ya tried to sound like Lil Kim
    And you went out soundin like Foxy
    Oh wait a minute thats the same thing
    You know you ghetto when rap is part of your dream
    But you cant stay out past 1 cause your mom runs your street team
    You know you ghetto when ya savin to buy a key
    But your gradpop still on the corner pushin that weed
    You know you ghetto when you know you not Jamaican
    But your clothes say Tommy Hilfiger nigga you fakin
    You know you ghetto when ya like every other brotha
    Rappin loud, barkin down the street tryin to be the struggler

    (You're Ghetto)
    Ghetto's what ya are
    When ya think you a star
    Flossin on the street in the rental car
    (You're Ghetto)
    Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that your nice
    But the opposite dont look twice
    (You're Ghetto)
    You're G to the H to the E to the T T O
    (You're Ghetto)
    You're G to the H to the E to the T T O
    (You're Ghetto)