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"Ghetto Smile Lyrics"
Belief 2 Lyrics
Belief makes things real Makes things feel, feel alright Belief makes things true things like you, you and I (chorus) Tonight you arrested my mind When you came to my defense With a knife in the shape of your mouth
Featuring Daryl Hall]
A young hog in the hood playin' chase
Smile on his face
Havin' fun 'cuz it ain't nothin' like this place
And you don't wanna race
Fool I got the new ones on
And we can run from the corner to the Newman's home
And after that we goin' go raid the plum tree
And stick ball down where those bos be
Mom's got the door open bumpin' Marvin Gaye
Let's get it on all day everyday
At night I pray
Lord just let me make it
And if I die before I wake then my soul you take it
Never fake it
My older brother taught me game
As a loc
My only duty was to soak
And pass it on to my comrads and closest folks
All friends I knew about it as a child
I stood proud have you ever seen a ghetto smile?
I'm at the junior high actin bad at the dance
The slow jam got me with a woody in my pants
And my baby with me
Her Momma used to babysit me
And back then she was just plain old pretty
But nowadays it seems that she done grown
Jeans fitting and her perm gotta hella long
Would I be wrong if I whisper and take her down
And maybe play housesitte
It's goin' down about now in the Northern Bay
The OG's put it down and make they pay
Flip a 6-8 'stang with the blew out braids
The only homey in the hood ridin' on thangs
And as I peep it thangs have got a little deeper
And everybody and their Momma done bought a beeper
And then they post on the lake gettin' loose and wild
You know the scene it's the ghetto smile
At 18 I graduated and now I'm grown
About time for the dog to get his own bone
I left home got a condo out on Quailridge
And like a king is how this young playa live
Swimmin' pa
Wasn't trippin' off nathin' we was all folks
Hillside in the house and we gettin' perved
Freestylin' gettin' on my neighbor's nerves
I love the hood so everyday I'm back to visit
And swoop the young so that they can come through and kick it
And peep the game just as I did as a kid
And watch the savage get his cabbage and place his bid
And even though we fight we still remain game tight
Handle business and always open for fogiveness
It ain't nothin' like a homey you ain't seen in awhile
So when you meet him greet him with that ghetto smile
Belief makes things real Makes things feel, feel alright Belief makes things true things like you, you and I (chorus) Tonight you arrested my mind When you came to my defense With a knife in the shape of your mouth
Featuring Daryl Hall]
A young hog in the hood playin' chase
Smile on his face
Havin' fun 'cuz it ain't nothin' like this place
And you don't wanna race
Fool I got the new ones on
And we can run from the corner to the Newman's home
And after that we goin' go raid the plum tree
And stick ball down where those bos be
Mom's got the door open bumpin' Marvin Gaye
Let's get it on all day everyday
At night I pray
Lord just let me make it
And if I die before I wake then my soul you take it
Never fake it
My older brother taught me game
Midnight Special (version 2) Lyrics
Yonder come Miss Rosie, how in the world do you know Well I know by the apron and the dress she wore Well an umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand Well I'm gonna ask the governor, he turn a-lose a-my man Let the midnight special, shine the light on me Let the midnight special, shine the
And sometimes even let the young soldier hang Yonder come Miss Rosie, how in the world do you know Well I know by the apron and the dress she wore Well an umbrella on her shoulder, piece of paper in her hand Well I'm gonna ask the governor, he turn a-lose a-my man Let the midnight special, shine the light on me Let the midnight special, shine the
As a loc
My only duty was to soak
And pass it on to my comrads and closest folks
All friends I knew about it as a child
I stood proud have you ever seen a ghetto smile?
I'm at the junior high actin bad at the dance
The slow jam got me with a woody in my pants
And my baby with me
Her Momma used to babysit me
And back then she was just plain old pretty
But nowadays it seems that she done grown
Jeans fitting and her perm gotta hella long
Would I be wrong if I whisper and take her down
And maybe play housesitte
Papa's Got A Brand New Bag Lyrics
Come here sister.....Papa's in the swing He ain't too hip...about that new breed babe He ain't no drag Papa's got a brand new bag Come here mama....and dig this crazy scene He's not too fancy....but his line is pretty clean He ain't no drag. Papa's got a brand new bag
r with her like the Pound Come here sister.....Papa's in the swing He ain't too hip...about that new breed babe He ain't no drag Papa's got a brand new bag Come here mama....and dig this crazy scene He's not too fancy....but his line is pretty clean He ain't no drag. Papa's got a brand new bag
It's goin' down about now in the Northern Bay
The OG's put it down and make they pay
Flip a 6-8 'stang with the blew out braids
The only homey in the hood ridin' on thangs
And as I peep it thangs have got a little deeper
And everybody and their Momma done bought a beeper
And then they post on the lake gettin' loose and wild
You know the scene it's the ghetto smile
At 18 I graduated and now I'm grown
About time for the dog to get his own bone
I left home got a condo out on Quailridge
And like a king is how this young playa live
Swimmin' pa
Crucifix Lyrics
You wear that crucifix Like a dead man wears a scar Whenever people stop to stare I swear your eyes light up with stars Pre-Chorus You're Twice the man that I am Fuck you I don't deny it Doesn't mean I have to like it Chorus And I lie awake, thinking about stuf
rties in the pool with my dope to roll You wear that crucifix Like a dead man wears a scar Whenever people stop to stare I swear your eyes light up with stars Pre-Chorus You're Twice the man that I am Fuck you I don't deny it Doesn't mean I have to like it Chorus And I lie awake, thinking about stuf
Wasn't trippin' off nathin' we was all folks
Hillside in the house and we gettin' perved
Freestylin' gettin' on my neighbor's nerves
I love the hood so everyday I'm back to visit
And swoop the young so that they can come through and kick it
And peep the game just as I did as a kid
And watch the savage get his cabbage and place his bid
And even though we fight we still remain game tight
Handle business and always open for fogiveness
It ain't nothin' like a homey you ain't seen in awhile
So when you meet him greet him with that ghetto smile