Lyrics Bishop – U Know U Ghetto

Lil kids (Bishop):
U know u ghetto (don’t be ashamed)
U ghetto
U ghetto (don’t be ashamed)

Bishop:
U know u ghetto when you got rats and roaches
With the fan in the window, front door wide open
U know u ghetto when u say «Ain’t & Finna»
Change the channel with some pliers, got a hanger for a antenna
U know u ghetto eating chicken everyday
With color weave in your hair and you tricking for a pay
Gold teeth in your mouth
Out talking loud
And the car that you drive cost more than your house
U know u ghetto when your job is illegal
Live in the projects with furniture like rich people
U know u ghetto when you cook with lard
Only credit that you got is your food stamp card
U know u ghetto when you own section 8
Hair do’s everyday, but you pay your bills late
Understand this song, get your jam on
And yo grandma whip you with whatever she get her hands on

Chorus:
Lil kids (Bishop):
U know u ghetto (look at the way you walk)
U ghetto (c’mon, listen to how you talk)
U ghetto (look at the clothes you wear)
U ghetto (haa, look at that style of hair)

Bishop:
U know u ghetto picking boogers and you flick ’em
And eat with your hands stead of washing ’em, you lick ’em
You don’t know your daddy
And your hair nappy
People catch the Holy Ghost in church getting happy
U know u ghetto call the crib your house
Be at funerals screaming, fighting, then fall out
U know u ghetto selling clothes that you stole
And when you go out it’s like a fashion show
U know u ghetto with a name like Shaniqua
Pookie, Red, and Peanut putting codes in your beeper
When you hear stuff, helicopter, city bus
Siren, trains, shots, straight out of the ice cream truck

Chorus

Bishop:
U know u ghetto only shop when there’s a sale
Late everywhere you go with an excuse to tell
U know u ghetto when you pee outside
Catch bronchitis, get full and sleep tight
U know u ghetto when y’all stealing cable
Cussing and DJin on underground radio
Saying Yo’ Mama jokes
Fighting on talk shows
Mattress against the wall
Ain’t no frame, it’s on the floor
U know u ghetto with dreads, plaits, and braids
Weave, colorful nails, afros, wraps, and waves
U ghetto, wont pay back money that you borrow
And wearing an outfit you gon’ return tomorrow
U know u ghetto betting on a number
Using words like «Uhh-huh», «Naw», and «Uhh-uhh»
Stead of «Mom» you say «Ma», stead of «Dad» you say «Da»
You see nickel stores, bar-b-cue stands, and laundromats

Chorus

Bishop:
U know u ghetto punching ain’t playing house right
Your kids bare foot playing outside
Eat food of the ground, say «God, bless the church»
Let your kids drink beer talking bout «It gives ’em worms»
U know u ghetto borrowing your friends clothes
Ran out of water supplies from people next door
U know u ghetto heat the house with the oven
And anybody famous from the hood your cousin
U know u ghetto cussing out your teacer
And when something happen your mama screaming «Lord Jesus!»
When you use street knowledge
Graduate from school and go to jail instead of college
U know u ghetto bar-b-cuein every holiday
Pizza man wont even deliver around your way
Where the gang hang out, cornerstore hang out
Mom’s at the gas station begging for some change now

Chorus