Intro - RL]

Right now, I gotta rep where I'm from

North side, yeah, ghetto

Minneapolis, ghetto

I'm from the, ghetto

You know how we do, yeah



[Chorus]

For my people down South with gold in their mouth

For my people out East with a key in the couch

For my people out West that be bangin' it out

We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto (We)

For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails (Ooh)

A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves

Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health

We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto



[Verse 1 - Posta Boy]

You know you ghetto when you front wit ya two-way

And gotta wash in cold water for the next two days

Shot, he was a lil' nigga eatin' the grub

My house so packed somebody gotta sleep in the tub

On the block niggas talkin' about they bust their gats

But soon as the cops come niggas flush their crack

Why you stuntin' in the hood with a Mercedes Coupe

Still livin' with your mother, you a baby duke

You know all Harlem World and Minneapolis

Sittin' in the Caddilac we strap to this

Act straight it's the kid from the Tex

Posta, came to get it down wit the kid from Next

Black and white, America is like a raccoon

In my building the elevator is the bathroom

Ya'll know what the dizzeal, me and RizL

Real, recognize rizzeal



[Verse 2 - RL]

I didn't always have the six

I didn't always have the crib

So I gotta rep where I'm from

Even tho I live where I live

Back when I was a kid

How the city used to give

My momma money for groceries,

Brown cartons of cheese

And vouchers for everything

Yeah

No matter how far I've come

I'll still represent where I'm from

I'm ghetto



[Chorus]

For my people down South with gold in their mouth

For my people out East with a key in the couch (Yea, yea, yea)

For my people out West that be bangin' it out

We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto

For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails

A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves (So ghetto)

Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health

We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto



[Verse 3 - RL]

We run around with vice, Lords and G's

Russel Avenue a block after Queens

Roll in Cadilac, stoned D's

Grab Paulie and me and Nicky D's

It was me and J-Z

We in the park talkin' crazy

Now it's all good baby

Even after I got hooked up with KayGee

Yeah

No matter how far I've come (No matter)

I still represent where I'm from (Cuz I'm)

I'm ghetto (Ghetto yeah)



[Chorus]

For my people down South with gold in their mouth

For my people out East with a key in the couch

For my people out West that be bangin' it out (I represent)

We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto (The ghetto)

For all my ladies that got airbrush on their nails (Uh-huh)

A little fire, roll some of that shit on themselves (So ghetto)

Smoke a little weed and say it's good for their health (Yeah yeah)

We ghetto ghetto ghetto ghetto (R-Hockey Stick yo)



[Verse 4 RL Rap]

From the ghetto, hood, gutta, street

Don't sleep cuz I'm R&B

What you know about checks on the 1st and 15th?

New kicks on the 1st and 15th

1328 RussellAve where

Cats used to hustle bad

With them wife killas and them 1-0 bags

Ha you don't understand me man

What you know about bein' frozen

With the furnace broken

So you sleepin' with the oven open

I been greedy always wantin' a mil, still

Nigga hungry even after the deal

I went from bein' poor, to Billboard

From the corner store, to the record store

My (Ghetto) and Postaboy

We ghetto



[Chorus]

For my people down South with gold in they mouth

For my people out East with a key in the couch

(Oh talkin' bout the ghetto)

For my people out West that be bangin' it out

We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

For all my ladies that got airbrush on they nails

A little fire roll some of that shit on themselves

Smoke a little weed and say it's good for they health

We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto



[Bridge RL]

If you've ever had vouchers before

Bill-collectors knockin' at your door

Ran outta gas on the side of the road

Then you ghetto

Land Lord had to change the locks

Left your shit out front in a box

You tried to break in and he called the cops

Then you ghetto



We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

We ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

Writer : THOMAS, RICARDO/DUPRI, JERMAINE/HUGGAR, ROBERT LE VALLE
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.