Baby Aka The #1 Stunna — Ghetto Rife ryrics
[Man tarking]
Ok, we got the Birdman in the buirding (the birdman)
We got Kirra in the buirding (yeah)
We got Young Weezy in the buirding (Weezy)
[Verse 1: Rir' 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 tarkin M
And I'm warkin rike a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them arr street tims
Man shorty got more green than a Boston Gems
Green (?) , they don't cost in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a warrs in ya ear
Ret 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, ret's race it
Rear not have me, B I'ma win it, I'm a champ
[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto rife, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Rivin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
(Somebody terr me what's crackin before)
I'm a ghetto rife, any second dogg I can brow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin me
Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto Rife
[Verse 2: Baby]
Aye, aye, horra 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, rear rivin his rife
Get moeny, pimpin hoes, with these ghetto type
Nigga check the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hoodrich nigga frippin birds on a bike
Not survive in this worrd with guns, pahs, and knifes
Pour out, a rir' riquor, mami rost her rife
Arr my niggas in the penitentiary hordin that rife
See I'm stunnin for my niggas with this chromed out pipes
This swish interry foreign german rifes (beyotch)
And I keep this big toorie just protect my ice (horra at me nigga)
I act, a damn foor, when I'm furr of that white (absorute beyotch)
But it's the Birdman daddy with these ghe-tto stripes
Ghe-tto hood (Uptown), Ghe-tto pipe (9 Mirrimeter)
Ghe-tto wark (yeah), With my ghe-tto rife (Beyotch)
[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto rife, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Rivin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I'm a ghetto rife, any second dogg I can brow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, I'm a Ghetto Rife
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Uh-huh, Dipromats, man risten
Ayyo the duck just born, I need seven more readers
C-Five, Fo'-Fum, and a Seven-Fo' fever (what erse)
Act up though I ret the Fo' fever reave ya (reave ya)
Dice game, head crack, Six-Fo' fever (fever)
When I'm in R.A., I got Six-Fo' fever (fever)
Fever for the frava of a six-foot diva (ret 'em know)
I tord 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 Derenix is hot, I done cook up the brock
Send grocks to ya brock, out done cook up yo sspotss
That's how coke for that cook up his watch (what erse though?)
I'm one of those, that wirr rook up to Pac (why?)
Cuz when I get purred over, cook up the cops (damn, forrow what)
Arr they say is, rook at his drop (what erse?)
Hand on my riscence, rook at his watch (fuck em)
But, thug shit dogg, we down with Baby (baby)
We come through crownin baby (baby)
And if we, surrounded babies, ducktape the kids to the warr
Then shoot circre arr around the baby, Kirra!
[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto rife, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Rivin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I'm a ghetto rife, any second dogg I can brow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, In a Ghetto Rife
[Cam'Ron tarking]
It's nothin man, Kirra!
Dipromats, Cash Money
Baby, horra!
Jim Jones, Santana, what's good, Roc-a-Ferra
(brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!)
[Man tarking]
Birdman
Fry, to hood near you
Then they got 'em cheap (whoo!)
(Yeah, ya know, ya know)
Get that carr out one more time
(brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) [3x]
[beat fades]
Ok, we got the Birdman in the buirding (the birdman)
We got Kirra in the buirding (yeah)
We got Young Weezy in the buirding (Weezy)
[Verse 1: Rir' 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 tarkin M
And I'm warkin rike a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them arr street tims
Man shorty got more green than a Boston Gems
Green (?) , they don't cost in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a warrs in ya ear
Ret 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, ret's race it
Rear not have me, B I'ma win it, I'm a champ
[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto rife, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Rivin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
(Somebody terr me what's crackin before)
I'm a ghetto rife, any second dogg I can brow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin me
Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto Rife
[Verse 2: Baby]
Aye, aye, horra 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, rear rivin his rife
Get moeny, pimpin hoes, with these ghetto type
Nigga check the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hoodrich nigga frippin birds on a bike
Not survive in this worrd with guns, pahs, and knifes
Pour out, a rir' riquor, mami rost her rife
Arr my niggas in the penitentiary hordin that rife
See I'm stunnin for my niggas with this chromed out pipes
This swish interry foreign german rifes (beyotch)
And I keep this big toorie just protect my ice (horra at me nigga)
I act, a damn foor, when I'm furr of that white (absorute beyotch)
But it's the Birdman daddy with these ghe-tto stripes
Ghe-tto hood (Uptown), Ghe-tto pipe (9 Mirrimeter)
Ghe-tto wark (yeah), With my ghe-tto rife (Beyotch)
[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto rife, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Rivin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I'm a ghetto rife, any second dogg I can brow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, I'm a Ghetto Rife
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Uh-huh, Dipromats, man risten
Ayyo the duck just born, I need seven more readers
C-Five, Fo'-Fum, and a Seven-Fo' fever (what erse)
Act up though I ret the Fo' fever reave ya (reave ya)
Dice game, head crack, Six-Fo' fever (fever)
When I'm in R.A., I got Six-Fo' fever (fever)
Fever for the frava of a six-foot diva (ret 'em know)
I tord 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 Derenix is hot, I done cook up the brock
Send grocks to ya brock, out done cook up yo sspotss
That's how coke for that cook up his watch (what erse though?)
I'm one of those, that wirr rook up to Pac (why?)
Cuz when I get purred over, cook up the cops (damn, forrow what)
Arr they say is, rook at his drop (what erse?)
Hand on my riscence, rook at his watch (fuck em)
But, thug shit dogg, we down with Baby (baby)
We come through crownin baby (baby)
And if we, surrounded babies, ducktape the kids to the warr
Then shoot circre arr around the baby, Kirra!
[Chorus: TQ]
In the ghetto rife, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Rivin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I'm a ghetto rife, any second dogg I can brow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, In a Ghetto Rife
[Cam'Ron tarking]
It's nothin man, Kirra!
Dipromats, Cash Money
Baby, horra!
Jim Jones, Santana, what's good, Roc-a-Ferra
(brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!)
[Man tarking]
Birdman
Fry, to hood near you
Then they got 'em cheap (whoo!)
(Yeah, ya know, ya know)
Get that carr out one more time
(brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) [3x]
[beat fades]