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What It Ain't (Ghetto Enuff)

Goodie Mob, TLC2003年12月12日
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What It Ain't (Ghetto Enuff) - Goodie Mob/TLC

Written by:Lisa Lopes

Now TLC 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 m o b

 

The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y2G

 

What it is what it ain't

 

Either you bring it

 

Or you can't

Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there

But we get by

One day at a time

Stuck on me at waffle house

After 1 12 when I go out

Where do you hang

Or do you slang

Or wear a chain

Wear platinum rings

I still maintain my ghetto siren

 

Keep my pride

Get in my ride

Twenty inch rims

I sport a brim

And when my girls

Go to the mall

Around the world

And keep the change

The finest things

We still remain so ooh

 

You 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

 

You don't even look from across the floor

 

You don't have game enough any more

 

Come up on a girl like me

And that's not a possibility cause

 

You big plastic girl

I'mma big boss man

I like old model cars and big sedans

You like two doors

Frontin' their clothes and rolls

Or sit on the porch sip something real cold

I like the nine when you up and not O's

I do suits while you prefer the lows

 

Tonight I'mma choose cause you already chose

Grown for the business and I run to flow

'Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me

And you ain't hot enough for me

 

And you ain't fly enough for me

 

And you're too tight with your money

 

'Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me

And you ain't hot enough for me

And you ain't fly enough for me

And you're too tight with your money

 

Check it baby

So ghetto like hot fries

I come from melvin and resemble

Twenty twenty with his blood shot eyes got 32 loads

Went from two O's to 32 loads

Which is enough to buy a roll

But nobody knows

Stay in my place

Keep my diamonds out of your face

You wanna be with this player

You got play at my pace

I'm slow but I can still come over there from where you're from

If you want some b******t you better buy you some

You 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

 

You don't even look from across the floor

 

You don't have game enough any more

 

Come up on a girl like me

And that's not a possibility cause

Shorty with your booty showin'

Shorty with your gold teeth

Shorty with your long nails

Shorty with your fake hair

Shorty got the attitude all up in the news

To represent the nineties girl

Doing it oh I need to

I got the back you got the front

That's how we do up in the woods

With the bump on the log ain't no scrubs over here

I'mma ghetto millionaire can you see me in the clear

I'mma keep on serving 'em like I'm supposed to baby

'Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me

And you ain't hot enough for me

And you ain't fly enough for me

And you're too tight with your money

 

'Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me

And you ain't hot enough for me

 

And you ain't fly enough for me

And you're too tight with your money

What it is

What it is

 

Uh huh yeah what

 

Don't be suffocating my pockets

While I'm recitating these topics

Like where your g's where your loot

And you lookin' real dumb when you get the boot

What it is

My road to me come from some of the hardest of streets

We custom navigate to the club

With some of the hardest of beats

What it ain't

Is you sleeping with all the sh*t I've been through

'Cause I'mma keep doing all the things that I gots to do

Uh dammit I'll put your a** to work

Comb your nappy hair till it hurts

Oh what I'm saying

Stop using the rope take 'em real off these streets

Or you might hurt your throat

You know you ghetto

When you don't show up at court

For not paying your child support

Are you too bossier for me

You act like you too good to eat

At church's popeye's and arby's

I shop at walter's bright creek

In a mall with steve and deke

I hang out at bankhead

You prefer buckhead

Your favorite color is hot pink

I love that gangsta red

'Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me

And you ain't hot enough for me

And you ain't fly enough for me

 

And you're too tight with your money

'Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me

And you ain't hot enough for me

 

And you ain't fly enough for me

 

And you're too tight with your money

'Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me

And you ain't hot enough for me

And you ain't fly enough for me

And you're too tight with your money

'Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me

And you ain't hot enough for me

And you ain't fly enough for me

And you're too tight with your money

We'll stop here

 

***歌詞來自第三方***