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Money In The Ghetto Lyrics By Too Hort

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    in the ghetto you think life is hard
    food stamps and to’ up cars
    wall to wall dirty orange carpet
    sittin in a bucket hopin you can start it
    and ride around to the liquor store
    can’t get a job get drunk some more
    you betta stop trippin on dem stereotypes
    cause in the ghetto there’s a good life
    we ain’t starvin like marvin won’t see no roach
    when ya chill wit the rich folks in the hood
    you’re sittin on leather watchin big screens
    bought by the dope fiends
    smokin and what about the brother wit the good jobs
    savin money and workin hard
    bought a house for his wife and kids
    ya only got one life to live
    another brother got some cocaine
    you know his face but don’t know his name
    you know he got the sack mayn
    and he’s sittin on a fat bank
    seven cars at his house in the driveway
    benz so clean don’t roll it just fly away
    cause folks got money in the ghetto yeah you know

    hook one
    hey hey hey whatcha got to say there’s money in the ghetto
    hollywoooooood havin money in the ghettooo

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    money in the ghetto ain’t nothin new
    it’s been like that way before you
    was even born get up from the down stroke
    chocolate city for the black folks
    say it loud in ya hot pants
    man child in the promised land
    i take you back to iceberg slim
    and all the players that came before him
    if you a everyday hustler get your money
    cause what they do to black man ain’t funny
    all the time tryin to put us the pen
    you get paroled and then they send you again
    all the homies in the hood gettin paid
    you might have left but the money stayed
    in the ghetto it ain’t all about drugs
    gettin paid doin all kinds of stuff
    only rule on the streets is don’t get caught
    unless your hustle ain’t breakin the law
    and even though rich folks got it good
    we sittin on ’em fat in the hood
    i’m ridin on some gold ones
    smokin dank and it’s potent
    ask them fools cause they know
    there’s money in the ghetto

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    i got money baby just tell me the price
    cause short dawg ain’t nuttin nice
    i always hit the town wit my boy ben franklin
    spend fo’ get an ounce of dank then
    rich nigga get high relaxin
    if i bust a ben frank’ get some andrew jacksons
    five twenties for a hundred dollar bill
    you know the math let’s make a deal
    on the one dollar bill if you look on the front
    you find the face of george washington
    make money baby that’s all i do
    that’s how i know thomas jefferson is on the two
    abraham lincoln got shot and died
    freed the slaves so they put him on the five
    and hamilton my old time friend
    they put his face on the front of the ten
    these are the dead presidents
    from the hood and they represent
    the american dream for the average minority
    make your money get some weed and a forty
    i’m on the eastside livin’ like a king
    kick back watchin fiftyinch screens
    bounce to the westside hit the studio
    and spend my money in the ghetto

    hook two
    hey hey hey whatcha got to say they got money in the ghetto
    hollywoooooood havin money in the ghettooo

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    nowadays if you can’t say a rap or play sports
    you might just come up short
    and they always say the same things
    don’t be a gangster or a dopefiend
    get your high school diploma go to college
    get a degree and start makin’ dollars
    only one thing wrong and it’s a trip
    inner city schools don’t teach us shit
    got us stuck on stupid straight sos
    can’t get nothin but they payin the rest
    of them fools
    all around the world in the other countries
    they should be spendin that money right here
    in the state of california
    you graduate and can’t spell diploma
    dip to the hood and get rich
    slangin rocks to a smokedout bitch
    no school’ll come close to that
    a few transaction make my pockets fat
    i make a lot of money and it ain’t no lie
    i’ll probably ball ’til the day i die
    and if i didn’t so what
    i bet you i’d still come up
    cause there’s a whole lot of money in the ghetto yeah you know

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    Artist: Too Hort

    Year: 1994

    Decade: 90s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 444