Smile on his face
Havin fun cuz it aint nothin like this place
And you dont wanna race
Fool I got the new ones on
And we can run from the corner to the newmans home
And after that we goin go raid the plum tree
And stick ball down where those bos be
Moms got the door open bumpin marvin gaye
Lets 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?
Im 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
Its goin down about now in the northern bay
The ogs 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 its the ghetto smile
At 18 I graduated and now Im 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
Wasnt trippin off nathin we was all folks
Hillside in the house and we gettin perved
Freestylin gettin on my neighbors nerves
I love the hood so everyday Im 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 aint nothin like a homey you aint seen in awhile
So when you meet him greet him with that ghetto smile
A young hog in the hood playin chase Smile on his face Havin fun cuz it aint nothin like this place And you dont wanna race Fool I got the new ones on And we can run from the corner to the newmans home And after that we goin go raid the plum tree And stick ball down where those bos be Moms got the door open bumpin marvin gaye Lets 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? Im 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 Its goin down about now in the northern bay The ogs 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 its the ghetto smile At 18 I graduated and now Im 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 Wasnt trippin off nathin we was all folks Hillside in the house and we gettin perved Freestylin gettin on my neighbors nerves I love the hood so everyday Im 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 aint nothin like a homey you aint seen in awhile So when you meet him greet him with that ghetto smile Explain Request ×
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