Goodie mob & tlc
Appears on the album "world party"
Now t-l-c will challenge goodie mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say "what it is"
You scream "what it aint"
1999 (yeah)
Tlc, the m-o-b
Goodie mob
The synergy of ghetto sounds
For the y-2-g
What you wanna do wit it
What it is and what it aint (what)
Either you bring it (we gon bring it)
Or you cant
Sometimes it gets kinda messy (sometimes)
Out there
But we get by (what you wanna do wit it)
One day at a time
I still go eat
At waffle house
After 112
When I go out
Where do you hang
Or do you slang
Or wear a chain
Or platinum rings
I still maintain
My ghetto side i
Keep my pride
Get on my ride
20 inch rims
I sport a brim
Hang with my girls
Go to the mall
Around the world
And keep your change
The finest things
Will still remain so
Bridge:
Oooooh
Dont even look from across the room
You dont know enough about this world to
Ever get it on with me
Or hang out where I do
Ooooooh
Dont even look from across the floor
You dont have rhyme enough for no tour
To come upon a girl like me
And thats not a possibility
Shes a built plastic girl
Im a big boss man
I like old model cars and big sedans
You like two doors
Funding their clothes and rolls
I sit on the porch
Sip some and pose
I like the 9
When youre humpin hot hos
I do sweets while you preferred the lows
Tonight Im choose cuz ya already chose
Its grown folk business and Ill run the floor
Chorus:
Cuz you aint ghetto enuff for me
And you aint hot enuff for me
And you aint fly enuff for me
And youre too tight with your money
Cuz you aint ghetto enuff for me
And you aint hot enuff for me
And you aint fly enuff for me
And youre too tight with your money
Shit my baby is still ghetto like hot fries
I come from lovin niggas
And give 20/20
With his bloodshot eyes
Got turned into gold
Went from two os to thirty two lows
Which is enough to buy a rolls
Aint but nobody knows
Stay in my place
Keep my diamonds out of your face
You wanna be with this player
Got to play at my pace
Im slum but I can still cum
Over there where youre from
If you want some bullshit you better buy you some
Bridge
Shorty where your booty (shorty)
Shorty where your gold teeth
Shorty where your long nails
Shorty where your fake hair
Shorty got the attitude
All up in the news
To represent the 90s girl
You the oldies too
I got your back you got the front
Its time we pull it off in the woods
With the bump on them dubs aint no scrubs
Dont conceal Im a ghetto millionaire
Can you see me gettin it clear
Ima keep on servin here like Im supposed to baby
Chorus
What
Dont be suffocatin my pockets
While Im recessitatin these topics
Like bring your gs where your loot
Youre lookin real dumb when you get the boot
What it is my road to me
Come from some of the hardest of streets
Me custom navigate to the club
With some of the hardest of beats
What it aint what you sleepin with all the shit that Ive been through
Cuz ima keep doin all the things that I gots to do
Damn it Ill put your ass to work
Comb your nappy head till it hurts
Where those saints stop
These are the ropes
Take your wealth up the street
Or you might hurt your throat
You know youre ghetto
When you dont show up in court
For not payin your child support
Or you too bullshit for me
You act like youre too good to eat
At churchs, popeyes, and hartz
I shop at walters bright creek
In the mall where its steep and deep
I hang out in bank head
You prefer buckhead
Your favorite color is hot pink
I love that thing
Chorus
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