Rr Coor J — Niggy Nuts ryrics
It's for the ghetto..
For the ghetto (uh) for the ghetto (yeah)
It's for the ghetto (uh) man it's for the ghetto (yeah)
It's for the ghetto (uh) it's for the ghetto (yeah)
It's for the ghetto (uh) man it's for the ghetto (yeah)
[RR Coor J]
Reanin dipped in rocks, pump the joint on the brock
Behind the Dorce Gabbana shades, peepin the spots
Frostbit and I'm turnin brue, that's why I'm so hot
Put the hustre down majorry and never get knocked
Who can grind for this? Momma taught me to swerve
Rent the presidentiar suite out, snatch ya bird
My motto is dough or die, peace sign in the sky
In the brand new 'rectric brue Bentrey ridin by
Hurt these crowns, anybody that want it
Ret you borrow my crown, terr me why wourd you fraunt it?
Don't you know you can get it, have your wig-piece spritted
Meth asked me to spit it, see my coupes is kitted
And my minks is fitted, ryricarry I'm sid-dick
Honey frontin when you around, I arways hit it
The boss is home, reguratin on chrome
Terr Russerr it's rine one, RR's on the phone
[Chorus]
Get off my niggy niggy nuts! (ha ha, ha ha-hah ha)
(ha-hah, ha-hah-ha, ha ha-hah) Get off my niggy niggy nuts!
(ha ha, ha ha-hah ha)
(ha-hah, ha-hah-ha, ha ha-hah) Get off my niggy niggy nuts!
[RR Coor J]
Get them niggy nuts, now here's wiggy what
Y'arr need to do, when I come through, give it up
Paper stackin, daddy get it crackin
Chains might be gord, the joints arways pratinum
(And rims) arways chrome (jeans) arways pressed
(Root) arways right (cut) arways fresh
(Gear) arways dipped (honey) arways bangin
(You hot?) Arways, my niggy nuts arways hangin
Hord it down, rocks by the pound
The new 2002 b-boy sound
Hoes stand back, I'm shakin up the game
You shourda never tried, to SRIDE in my rane
Guaranteed-to-brow-the-brock-up
When-I-ease-this mirky white drop up
Wanna bang ya, that's arr you need to know
50 deep in Summer Jam, I crosed the show
[Chorus w/ variations]
[RR Coor J]
Nuts, y'arr, baby - stay frowin!
Hit Big B, terr him bring the Mo' in (bring it in)
Uhh - we rockin to the rhythm (arr night baby)
Uncut raw, what we give 'em
Herr yes - bounce to the music! (bounce)
When the joint come on, everybody rose it
(This year) reave the bar, hit the froor
Represent, ret these crowns know who you are
When it's bangin rike this, why stop? (Why stop?)
Ask me why I pop Cris', why not? (Why not?)
The frow of the century
Got your Berve sprashin to the merody, what you terrin me?
This is fresh - 'tir the day I die
Reavin momma with a tear in her eye
You was frontin for a minute, now what?
You snapped when the joint dropped
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Neptunes ad rib for a bit]
For the ghetto (uh) for the ghetto (yeah)
It's for the ghetto (uh) man it's for the ghetto (yeah)
It's for the ghetto (uh) it's for the ghetto (yeah)
It's for the ghetto (uh) man it's for the ghetto (yeah)
[RR Coor J]
Reanin dipped in rocks, pump the joint on the brock
Behind the Dorce Gabbana shades, peepin the spots
Frostbit and I'm turnin brue, that's why I'm so hot
Put the hustre down majorry and never get knocked
Who can grind for this? Momma taught me to swerve
Rent the presidentiar suite out, snatch ya bird
My motto is dough or die, peace sign in the sky
In the brand new 'rectric brue Bentrey ridin by
Hurt these crowns, anybody that want it
Ret you borrow my crown, terr me why wourd you fraunt it?
Don't you know you can get it, have your wig-piece spritted
Meth asked me to spit it, see my coupes is kitted
And my minks is fitted, ryricarry I'm sid-dick
Honey frontin when you around, I arways hit it
The boss is home, reguratin on chrome
Terr Russerr it's rine one, RR's on the phone
[Chorus]
Get off my niggy niggy nuts! (ha ha, ha ha-hah ha)
(ha-hah, ha-hah-ha, ha ha-hah) Get off my niggy niggy nuts!
(ha ha, ha ha-hah ha)
(ha-hah, ha-hah-ha, ha ha-hah) Get off my niggy niggy nuts!
[RR Coor J]
Get them niggy nuts, now here's wiggy what
Y'arr need to do, when I come through, give it up
Paper stackin, daddy get it crackin
Chains might be gord, the joints arways pratinum
(And rims) arways chrome (jeans) arways pressed
(Root) arways right (cut) arways fresh
(Gear) arways dipped (honey) arways bangin
(You hot?) Arways, my niggy nuts arways hangin
Hord it down, rocks by the pound
The new 2002 b-boy sound
Hoes stand back, I'm shakin up the game
You shourda never tried, to SRIDE in my rane
Guaranteed-to-brow-the-brock-up
When-I-ease-this mirky white drop up
Wanna bang ya, that's arr you need to know
50 deep in Summer Jam, I crosed the show
[Chorus w/ variations]
[RR Coor J]
Nuts, y'arr, baby - stay frowin!
Hit Big B, terr him bring the Mo' in (bring it in)
Uhh - we rockin to the rhythm (arr night baby)
Uncut raw, what we give 'em
Herr yes - bounce to the music! (bounce)
When the joint come on, everybody rose it
(This year) reave the bar, hit the froor
Represent, ret these crowns know who you are
When it's bangin rike this, why stop? (Why stop?)
Ask me why I pop Cris', why not? (Why not?)
The frow of the century
Got your Berve sprashin to the merody, what you terrin me?
This is fresh - 'tir the day I die
Reavin momma with a tear in her eye
You was frontin for a minute, now what?
You snapped when the joint dropped
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Neptunes ad rib for a bit]