Lil' Ghetto Boy (Screwed and Chopped Version) Lyrics & Tabs by Do or Die
Lil' Ghetto Boy (Screwed and Chopped Version)
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I wonder where my life would be if I... had that paper
I'm just a ghetto boy
A lil' ghetto boy
They tell me it's like the money pow" money and power
How can this world rotate without this money and power
If I had money
I'd keep my people out the poverty
Cuz ain't more starving when ya'll around me... shit
This world aint gotta be me
And every playa got paper
Shinning like a super star wit matching links and gators
Keeping our family off this poor table
Cuz aint no food on it
And every crap up in this bucket gotta move on it
(I'm just a ghetto boy) living in this ghetto world
Cuz aint no food on it
And every crap up in this bucket gotta move on it
(I'm just a ghetto boy) living in this ghetto world
Staying with this ghetto chick
Hopping to have a ghetto girl
And after all there aint no spaces for that
How can we live up in this world where d'aint no place for the blacks
Cuz every dollar gotta dream behind it
We seem to be blinded
Malcom X he had the dream to remind him... believe me
Having money could have this world fucked up
But it can answer your prayers when u get down on your luck
I wonder where my life would be if I had that paper
I'm just a ghetto boy
A Lil' Ghetto Boy
Now if I lived on top of the world
Shinning like diamonds and pearls
I'm still a ghetto boy
A Lil' Ghetto Boy
I done lived my life up in the, ghetto
Momma working hours
Trying feed a family
Daddy's in and out
Taking baths with broken showers
Next door neighbor gave us the vapors
Calling cops cuz we on the block
Breaking they home on sum broken cables
But I never thought that it would affect me later
Until I seen the hustle where niggas riding stretched navigators
But now then later I should come up
Cuz I seen my home one the block slanging rocks and then I spot the gunna
I never visioned it'd be homicide
Because they told me he'll live
That's what they told me when my homie Boosy died
Could all these miges bring my nigga back?
Could all these million features
Would all my friends become my enemy?
Would my family become astonished with all these strengths that come into me?
Is this pretend to be
A vivid a magically
A vivid a magically
I wonder
Back in the days when I was poor
I'm not poor anymore
But sum days I sit and wish that I was poors again
