Ghetto Life featuring Lil Wayne and Cam'Ron
Baby
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Okay, we got the Birdman in the building
We got Killa in the building
Yeah, we got Young Weezy in the building
(Dipset, Weezy!)
It's B-M-J-O, Weezy Baby, try to see him
Nah, he need a even eighty and
I ain't speaking G's, I'm talking M's
And I'm walking like a pimp in them ostrich Timbs
Man, shorty got more green than a Boston gym
Green Austin on costly rims, Wayne appear
Put a waltz in your ear, let you know a fucking boss up in here
How much it cost for this here?
How much it cost for this year?
'Cause me and Stunna about to buy it
Put your spoon down, Cash Money off the diet
I pass and I ride on triads, that's treys
For those who was in the days when the teacher was on that paid
I'm raised in a cajun cage, with a bit of amazing grace
Prone to move coke at a amazing pace
Man, my daddy's Super Dave, that's crazy, will not happen
B, I'ma win it, I'm a champion
In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy
Living in the ghetto mean, ghetto street
In my ghetto life, any second dog I could blow up
Ghetto me, and you best to be watching me
In the ghetto life
See I ride on them shacks when I'm pimpin' them hoes
Just that (Sunshine city), when I'm smoking that dro
When it comes to this ice, rims, living this life
Getting money, pimping hoes with these ghetto types
Nigga check the background, I got O.G. stripes
Just a hood rich nigga, flipping birds off the bike
Nigga survived in this world with gun, pots, and knife
Pour out a little liquor, mami lost her life
All my niggas in the penitentiary holding that life
See I'm stunting for my niggas with these chromed out pipes
This swish interior, foreign German lights
And I keep this big toolie just to protect my ice
Act a damn fool when I'm full of that white
It's Birdman daddy with these ghetto stripes
Ghetto hood, ghetto pipe
Ghetto walk with my ghetto life
In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy
Living in the ghetto mean, ghetto street
In my ghetto life, any second dog I could blow up
Ghetto me, and you best to be watching me
In the ghetto life
Ayo, the Dutch juice is gone, I need seven more liters
Fee-fi-fo-fum, in a seven-four fever
Act up though, I let the four-fever leave ya
Dice game, head crack, six-four fever
When I'm in L.A. I got six-four fever
And a fever for the flavor of a six-foot diva
I turn the cold to a fever, I'm about it crook
Out the jooks, not a chef but I know how to cook
Cook up them stocks, cook up them rocks
Seventh to Lennox is hot, I done cooked up the block
Send Glocks to your block, I done cooked up your spot
I cop coke, boy that cook up is wack
I'm one of those that would look up to 'Pac
'Cause when I get pulled over, cook up the cops
Damn, all they say is "Look at his drop"
Hand 'em my license, "Look at his watch"
But, thug nigga dog, we down with Baby
We come through clowning baby
And we beefy, surround the babies
Duct tape the kids to the wall and shoot circles all around the baby
Killa!
In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boy
Living in the ghetto mean, ghetto street
In my ghetto life, any second dog I could blow up
Ghetto me, and you best to be watching me
In the ghetto life