Spice 1 – Welcome Back To The Ghetto lyrics

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Spice: 1) Make
me wanna holler throw, up off my hands (Welcome
back to the ghetto) Make
me wanna holler wadin', through my life (It's
welcome back to the ghetto) Make
me wanna holler throw, up off my hands (It's
welcome back to the ghetto) Make
me wanna holler wadin', through my life (Welcome
back to the ghetto) (Spice

1) Still
livin' day by day and thug niggas don't play Niggas
thirty years old still out here slangin' yay Goin'
dub for dub same, block same, corner Too
much dr-a-drama out here in California Different
time different, year but still the same place You
ass niggas still throwin' rocks up in your face Some
niggas is still alive I stay in the cut Some
niggas incarcerated some, niggas straight nuts Lost
they mind somwhere in the game they confused Said
about the life they livin' walk in my shoes You
can't cause, I'ma rider hopelessly
lost up in the thug world fast, cars and girls Gun
cases handcuffs, cops, searchin' me thorough Smokin'
weed liftin' weights bitch places and girls Gotta
stay strong it's, not about how long you last Don't
ever let them jealous, motherfuckers speak on your casket In
the ghetto where niggas shoot it out in the rain Mobb
Buckets shattered, headlights hopes, and dreams Wrote
with schemes niggas, gettin' smoked with beams It's
hard to tell who's on the same team Welcome
back to the ghetto (Chorus

Spice: 1) Make
me wanna holler throw, up off my hands (Welcome
back to the ghetto) Make
me wanna holler wadin', through my life (It's
welcome back to the ghetto) Make
me wanna holler throw, up off my hands (It's
welcome back to the ghetto) Make
me wanna holler wadin', through my life (Welcome
back to the ghetto) (Spice

1) I'm
worried about Ms Parker - that old lady she just sit on the porch in
a rockin' chair watchin' niggas come up short She
had a son three months ago shot
and killed in cold blood on his way to the store Man
you know - she used to wave to me used, to speak and say hi But
now all she do is stare with that look in her eye Rockin'
back and forth with no facial expression I
heard that she had a stroke from all her depression Workin'
hard all her life scrubbin' toilets and floors And
my nigga - he don't want his mama workin' no more But
the price for a better life they cost ya ya, own I
guess that's why my nigga never made it back home In
the ghetto front line where the game is ferocious Babies
sleepin' on the floor with the rats and roaches Momma
cookin' in the kitchen burnin' the rice I'm
still makin' sure the babies say they prayers at night In
the ghetto (Chorus

Spice: 1) Make
me wanna holler throw, up off my hands (Welcome
back to the ghetto) Make
me wanna holler wadin', through my life (It's
welcome back to the ghetto) Make
me wanna holler throw, up off my hands (It's
welcome back to the ghetto) Make
me wanna holler wadin', through my life (Welcome
back to the ghetto) (Spice

1) It's
a nice place to visit but you don't wanna live Little
mini gangbangers bad, ass kids Eleven
years old they, got the Mack 10 tucked Little
shorty wanna be a thug anxious to buck Tryin'
to tell the little niglet pick, a book up and read he
said the game was his teacher and
the school was the streets I
think it's kinda selfish everybody, wanna million Buildin'
more jails and less schools for the children In
the ghetto where, the niggas k-a-keepin' it poppin' You
a veteran like me a, good job ain't an option Who
the hell is gonna hire a villian an, ex-con Tattoo's?
and stab wounds come back another time Scars
on my wrists from handcuffs too tight Keep
it gangsta but still manage to keep the Lord in my life Lord
please tell Lucither he need to turn the heat down I'm
feelin' the flames of hell underneath my feet now In
the ghetto (Chorus

Spice: 1) Make
me wanna holler throw, up off my hands (Welcome
back to the ghetto) Make
me wanna holler wadin', through my life (It's
welcome back to the ghetto) Make
me wanna holler throw, up off my hands (It's
welcome back to the ghetto) Make
me wanna holler wadin', through my life (Welcome
back to the ghetto)