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 ain't"
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 ain't (what) Either you bring it (we gon' bring it) Or you can't 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 Don't even look from across the room You don't know enough about this world to Ever get it on with me Or hang out where I do Ooooooh Don't even look from across the floor You don't have rhyme enough for no tour To come upon a girl like me And that's not a possibility
She's a built plastic girl I'm 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 you're humpin' hot ho's I do sweets while you preferred the lows Tonight I'm choose 'cause ya already chose It's grown folk business and I'll run the floor
Chorus: 'cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me And you ain't hot enuff for me And you ain't fly enuff for me And you're too tight with your money 'cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me And you ain't hot enuff for me And you ain't fly enuff for me And you're 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 o's to thirty two lows Which is enough to buy a rolls Ain't 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 I'm slum but I can still c** Over there where you're from If you want some bullshit you better buy you some
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 90's girl You the oldies too I got your back you got the front It's time we pull it off in the woods With the bump on them dubs ain't no scrubs Don't conceal I'm a ghetto millionaire Can you see me gettin' it clear I'ma keep on servin' here like I'm supposed to baby
What Don't be suffocatin' my pockets While I'm recessitatin' these topics Like bring your g's where your loot You're 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 ain't what you sleepin' with all the shit that I've been through 'cause i'ma keep doin' all the things that I gots to do Damn it I'll 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 you're ghetto When you don't show up in court For not payin' your child support Or you too bullshit for me You act like you're too good to eat At church's, popeye's, and hartz I shop at walter's bright creek In the mall where it's steep and deep I hang out in bank head You prefer buckhead Your favorite color is hot pink I love that thing