[Malik Yusef]You know you ghetto boy, when you got a face, with a scarAnd yo' highest aspirations is a place, and a carShorties pull out and bussssst, like a money shotNow he on the run, he hotAnd he hurtin his Granny and she the only one he gotThe hood so shadyYou give up hope, of ever even tryin to find a sunny, spot--light, they caught him at the stop--light, but if he woulda run that yellowThen he coulda, run the globeBut insteed, with speedThey put one in the middle of his frontal, lobelike a unicornI'm just tryin to keep you, informedTo my little ghetto soldiers in they, goldgreen, red, and blue uni-forms - chuuch!But I'm feeling like the loneliest monkSo I pull me a Thelonius Monk and blew, the hornAnd we don the monikers of goons and gangstersAnd are trained to conduct ourselves true, to formSo we add a Shorty, a Money, a MackA Lil', a Eazy, or a Young to our nameSo all the big ballers grab rims and hung, in the gameAnd there's a degree, of difficul-tyto make it from the ghetto boy into the man-hoodEspecially when you know that yo' fresh greenswill help eliminated a canned, goodCan, good, and bad co-exisssst?In a place with plenty of off ramps but no ex-its
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[Malik Yusef]
You know you ghetto boy, when you got a face, with a scar
And yo' highest aspirations is a place, and a car
Shorties pull out and bussssst, like a money shot
Now he on the run, he hot
And he hurtin his Granny and she the only one he got
The hood so shady
You give up hope, of ever even tryin to find a sunny, spot-
-light, they caught him at the stop-
-light, but if he woulda run that yellow
Then he coulda, run the globe
But insteed, with speed
They put one in the middle of his frontal, lobe
like a unicorn
I'm just tryin to keep you, informed
To my little ghetto soldiers in they, gold
green, red, and blue uni-forms - chuuch!
But I'm feeling like the loneliest monk
So I pull me a Thelonius Monk and blew, the horn
And we don the monikers of goons and gangsters
And are trained to conduct ourselves true, to form
So we add a Shorty, a Money, a Mack
A Lil', a Eazy, or a Young to our name
So all the big ballers grab rims and hung, in the game
And there's a degree, of difficul-ty
to make it from the ghetto boy into the man-hood
Especially when you know that yo' fresh greens
will help eliminated a canned, good
Can, good, and bad co-exisssst?
In a place with plenty of off ramps but no ex-its
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