RICK JAMES lyrics - Street Songs

Ghetto Life

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When I was a young boy Growing up in the ghetto Hanging out on corners Singin' with the fellas Lookin' for the cute chicks Trying to find a bit of fun Looking for some trouble Or anyone who'll give me some I was young and crazy In the ghetto Didn't know what my life would be In the ghetto I was dumb and oh so lazy In the ghetto Something had a spell on me In the ghetto You wanna know what I'm talkin' bout? Talkin' 'bout ghetto life Ghetto Liiiiiiiiiiiife You wanna know what I'm singin' 'bout? Talkin' 'bout ghetto life Ghetto Liiiiiiiiiiiife When I was a young man Kind of free and fancy Met this little cute girl She said her name was Nancy She had pigtails to her shoulders She couldn't have been much older She taught me what I had to know To make a girl not want to go She was very kinky In the ghetto She laid her pigtails down on me In the ghetto And I was feeling oh so sneaky In the ghetto I had to see what love could be In the ghetto I knew it all along That my game was strong But I was wrong that time I knew I had to pray And give myself away Did you think I was man enough? Yeah Did you think I was smart enough? Yeah Did you think I was strong enough? Yeah Did you think I'd work it out? The Ghetto Life Sing it to ya, hit it baby baby Talkin 'bout ghetto life You got to get on over Talkin 'bout ghetto life When I was a young boy Tenements, slums and corner bums Playing tag with winos The only way to have some fun One thing 'bout the ghetto You don't have to hurry It'll be there tommorow So brother don't you worry Ghetto Life Talking 'bout ghetto life Talking 'bout Ghettoo Liiiiiiiiife Ghetto Life, baby Talkin' 'bout ghetto life Life Life Ghetto Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii(Talkin' 'bout ghetto life)iiioooooo la la la la life Shoop Shoop Shoop Shoop, Shoop be doop in the ghetto People we got to get over Shoop Shoop Shoop Shoop, Shoop be doop in the ghetto Talkin' 'bout the life Shoop Shoop Shoop Shoop, Shoop be doop in the ghetto Life Where's the place we funk? Ghetto Land that's the place we funk The place we like to funk Ghetto Land that's the place where we funk Say where the place we funk Ghetto Land that's the place where we funk The place we like to funk Ghetto Land that's the place where we funk Ho! The place we like to funk Ghetto Land, we like to funk Where the place, we like to funk Ghetto Land, that's the place Where we funk from day to day Ghetto Land Ghetto Land

Ghetto (Remix)

AKON
[Akon:] Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin [Biggie:] I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like youse the user Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But they don't know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves for chumps tryin to stop my flow And what they don't know will show on the autopsy Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it Smoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in court for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man You better have your gat in hand, cause man ( you betta have your gat in hand cause man ) [Akon:] Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin [2pac:] Our lifestyles be close captioned addicted to fatal attractions Pictures of actions be played back in the midst of mashin' No fairy tales for this young black male Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales Hustlin' and heart be a nigga culture or the repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures Why shed tears? Save your sympathy My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe If you believe then you can achieve Just look at me Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on Livin' in the projects, broke with no lights on To all the seeds that follow me protect your essence Born with less, but you still precious [Akon:] Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin Gun shots every night in the (ghetto) Crooked cops on sight in the (ghetto) Every day is a fight in the (ghetto) (oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto) Got kids to feed in the (ghetto) Selling coke and weed in the (ghetto) Every day somebody bleed in the (ghetto) (oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto) [Biggie:] I had the master plan I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs And when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's next? At last, I'm literally loungin black Sittin back, countin double digit thousand stacks See who got smoked, what rumors was spread Last I heard I was dead [Akon:] Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin Cause thats the life when your Living in the (ghetto) oh Eating in the (ghetto) or Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto) Thats the life when ur Living in the (ghetto)oh Eating in the (ghetto) or Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) [Biggie (talking):] It's a funny thing I kinda realized how powerful 2pac and I was u kno what I'm saying cuz pac is a strong dude yo I kno him we two individual people we waged a coastal beef but even tho we were going thru our drama I would never wish death on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac

Ghetto Life

BABY AKA THE #1 STUNNA "Birdman"
(feat. Lil Wayne, Cam'Ron) [Man talking] Ok, we got the Birdman in the building (the birdman) We got Killa in the building (yeah) We got Young Weezy in the building (Weezy) [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Nigga it's, B-M, J-R, Weezy baby Tryna see him, naw, he need to even eighty (shut yo chips up) And, I ain't speakin G's, I'm talkin M And I'm walkin like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them all street tims Man shorty got more green than a Boston Gems Green (?) , they don't cost in rims Wayne appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear Let ya know a fuckin boss up in here How much it cost for this here? How much it cost for this year? Cuz Me and Stunna bout to buy it Put yo spoons down, Cash Money off the diet I pass in a ride on triot, that's traze But those who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay I'm raise in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazing grace And prone to move coke at a amazing pace Man my daddy super Dave, let's race it Real not have me, B I'ma win it, I'm a champ [Chorus: TQ] In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy) Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets (Somebody tell me what's crackin before) I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin me Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto Life [Verse 2: Baby] Aye, aye, holla at me T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman See I ride in them shake (34's) when I'm pimpin these hoes (beyotch!) It's just that, ([TQ:] Sunshine City!) when I'm smokin that dro When it comes to this ice, real livin his life Get moeny, pimpin hoes, with these ghetto type Nigga check the background, I got O.G. stripe Just a hoodrich nigga flippin birds on a bike Not survive in this world with guns, pahs, and knifes Pour out, a lil' liquor, mami lost her life All my niggas in the penitentiary holdin that life See I'm stunnin for my niggas with this chromed out pipes This swish interry foreign german lifes (beyotch) And I keep this big toolie just protect my ice (holla at me nigga) I act, a damn fool, when I'm full of that white (absolute beyotch) But it's the Birdman daddy with these ghe-tto stripes Ghe-tto hood (Uptown), Ghe-tto pipe (9 Millimeter) Ghe-tto walk (yeah), With my ghe-tto life (Beyotch) [Chorus: TQ] In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy) Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee Ghetto, ghetto, I'm a Ghetto Life [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] Uh-huh, Diplomats, man listen Ayyo the duck just born, I need seven more leaders C-Five, Fo'-Fum, and a Seven-Fo' fever (what else) Act up though I let the Fo' fever leave ya (leave ya) Dice game, head crack, Six-Fo' fever (fever) When I'm in L.A., I got Six-Fo' fever (fever) Fever for the flava of a six-foot diva (let 'em know) I told the po to feave her, I'm a bouty crook Out to juuust, not a chef (?) know how to cook With the piece stocks, cook up the rocks Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo sspotss That's how coke for that cook up his watch (what else though?) I'm one of those, that will look up to Pac (why?) Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the cops (damn, follow what) All they say is, look at his drop (what else?) Hand on my liscence, look at his watch (fuck em) But, thug shit dogg, we down with Baby (baby) We come through clownin baby (baby) And if we, surrounded babies, ducktape the kids to the wall Then shoot circle all around the baby, Killa! [Chorus: TQ] In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy) Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee Ghetto, ghetto, In a Ghetto Life [Cam'Ron talking] It's nothin man, Killa! Diplomats, Cash Money Baby, holla! Jim Jones, Santana, what's good, Roc-a-Fella (brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!) [Man talking] Birdman Fly, to hood near you Then they got 'em cheap (whoo!) (Yeah, ya know, ya know) Get that call out one more time (brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) [3x] [beat fades]

Ghetto Remix Ft Biggie Smalls

AKON "Green Lantern Mix"
[Notorious B.I.G.] I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look at you like youse the user Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser But they don't know about your stress-filled day Baby on the way mad bills to pay That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish, ssshit I remember I was just like you Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up my tools for my raw power move Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves (Gunshot) [Chorus] [2pac] How should I plead forever thuggin on a quest to get G's Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink Wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin G's They after a playa but I won't let em capture me I gotta thank the lord for the weed and the nicotine I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked things I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger Rollin down the 4-0-5, beware of stangers Hand on my 4-5 that's what the fame does I'm probably wrong but I'll never know it till I'm gone From out the ghetto where the jealous motherfuckers roam Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me before the penitentiary [Akon] Cause thats the life when your Living in the (ghetto) oh Eating in the (ghetto) or Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto) Thats the life when ur Living in the (ghetto)oh Eating in the (ghetto) or Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto) Gun shots every night in the (ghetto) Crooked cops on sight in the (ghetto) Every day is a fight in the (ghetto) (oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto) Got kids to feed in the (ghetto) Selling coke and weed in the (ghetto) Every day somebody bleed in the (ghetto) (oh oh oh oh oh) ghetto livin...

Sunny Day

AKON "Freedom"
Who'd ever thought that I would see this day.... Where I would see my ghetto life fade away... Cos I was lost and couldn't find a way... And now I look forward to every day....(welcome to my sunny day)... Block dont stop always stayed hot... No matter how the seasons got.. I still remember when they took me away.... Kept it on lock den I got cuaght realised dat I had to stop... Den I took the time to explore a better way... Searched high and low, so close, yet so far to go... I just know, theres a sunny day Who'd ever thought that I would see this day.... Where I would see my ghetto life fade away... Cos I was lost and couldn't find a way... And now I look forward to every day.... Welcome to my sunny day... My sunny day... Everyday.... A better day... Welcome to my sunny day... My sunny day.... Every day... A better day... Welcome to my sunny day... I was born in the ghetto Raised in the ghetto Saw my first 9 millimeter in the ghetto I got my first kiss in the ghetto Playing hide and go seek, with the girls in the ghetto I wrote my first hit in the ghetto Yo mona lisa can I get a date on Friday-ay-ay, It’s hard for to let go life in the ghetto The night it blessed my cousin, I had to find out a way out of my ghetto Picked up the guitar and started singing in the ghetto Haters use to hate in the ghetto Said I never would made it out of the ghetto Guess that’s why my cousin to yoyo Even though honey said the sun come out tomorrow But the ghetto stayed dark I never thought I ever see the billboard chart Who'd ever thought that I would see this day.... Where I would see my ghetto life fade away... Cos I was lost and couldn't find a way... And now I look forward to every day.... Welcome to my sunny day... My sunny day... Everyday.... A better day... Welcome to my sunny day... My sunny day.... Every day... A better day... Welcome to my sunny day... Been a long day... On my way to my holy place to pray... Give thanks for every blessing given to me... I know theres more to see...more to me...no more living in misery... Cos this is how I visioned life to beee..... Searched high and low, so close, yet so far to go... I just know, theres a sunny day Who'd ever thought that I would see this day.... Where I would see my ghetto life fade away... Cos I was lost and couldn't find a way... And now I look forward to every day.... Welcome to my sunny day... My sunny day... Everyday.... A better day... Welcome to my sunny day... My sunny day.... Every day... A better day... Welcome to my sunny day...

Ghetto World

JACKI-O "Poe Little Rich Girl"
Yeah everybody wanna know who Jacki-O is (Jacki-O) Well I'm just a girl that's trying to stay a float Trying to make it out of this struggle no scars It's hard real hard baby you just got to do What you got to do, do what you got to do [Jacki-O] My old girl gave me strength and she raised me well She said don't hold in you got to write about this hell Well momma you had a born winner and I ain't crazy I'm a survivor hell I'm a 80's baby The streets raised me A bitch don't get no rougher then that Liberty City? It don't get no tougher then that Don't get it twisted I'm from the hood I'm a fortunate girl I see more money then them bitches in the corporate world Kick in the cloey party in prada, shop at the harbor? I'm a booster bitch, why bother? I love the way my weed blow in the ghetto breeze I'm in Miami where I live it ain't no palm tree's Niggaz be on the block with work they got from the dock We Flintsone kids we surrounded by bricks and rocks And my thugs don't give a fuck about catching a case We bring them stacks back I-95 and they exit on 8 [Hook: (Jacki-O) O'Damia] I'm addicted to this ghetto world (survive in these streets) It's hard on a ghetto girl (making ends meat) What am I gonna do? When this is the life I choose [Jacki-O] This nigga put me down but he started to change He put the chevy up nigga went and cop the range Tucking in his shit then he started talking funny But I say I'm a gutter bitch and I won't change for money I ain't a little girl I'm out here on my own And the decisions I made they turnt me to a woman The booze the bars the jumping into dudes cars Fights with broads the life of a ghetto star I could be lamping on ripplekey? I done seen the stacks But I be in U.S.A getting my weed stacked If that's chanel I'm rocking maybe a topic Of a bitch conversation in the latest street gossip So be it I don't even see it I just breeze through the hood Blow tree's and I'm good The box of shifty I'm linking bout fifty My gutter bitches get me vibe and sing with me [Hook: (Jacki-O) O'Damia] I'm addicted to this ghetto world (survive in these streets) It's hard on a ghetto girl (making ends meat) What am I gonna do? When this is the life I choose [Jacki-O] It's been so bad to fast walking the streets Auction for half the cost we got it for free That's how we eat showing love breaking tips off Making ends meat with that instant credit rips off We love the streets ain't nothing out of reach We play hard and be strong the struggle won't be long As I open up my window to a new day The sun shine but the skies are still gray All the scars I bare I'm glad God is there Aint no complaints it's hard but it's fair I ain't laying down even when it's trouble It ain't nothing I just keep me a hustle I roll through the beams then through the scotts Enjoying my hood and listening to pac I remember not to let it control me I just keep my head up and I won't let it fold me [Hook: (Jacki-O) O'Damia] I'm addicted to this ghetto world (survive in these streets) It's hard on a ghetto girl (making ends meat) What am I gonna do? When this is the life I choose [Repeat till end]

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