Текст (слова) песни: Big Pokey f Big Moe, D-Gotti - Da Sky`s Da Limit

bear bold, huh huh
Let me hear you say

[Chorus: Big Moe & Big Pokey) - 2x]
(we)
Ghetto fabulous
(are)
Ghetto fabulous
(ghetto)
Ghetto fabulous
And we ain`t having it

[D-Gotti]
I be that, ghetto gutter guy
Hovin` through the side, up in something fly
That`s young fly, in a Coupe with the roof removed
Run the light tap, baby tell her be cool
The seats is bold, the feet are chrome
I got the heat to control, cause I`m breathing dro
Restarting the ghetto, on the block we spinning fives
Now I be the hood guy, time and from the high rock
Blessings from Allah, the Shop been fly
Lyrics blunt beats, sitting highs
Green cost more than my car, wanna be a star
From day one I swore, to go hard
Oh my Lord, Dr. Nicks wanna play
My nigga put a yacht to Miami, Memorial Day
We on the shore of the bay, out West getting rest
Fabulous as ever, we a mess that`s right

[Chorus - 2x]

[Big Pokey]
I`m G-H-E-T-T-O
Fab, ghetto slang, ghetto slab
Crawling like a crab, up the Ave
In the Navo, me, Will and Mavo
Tossing it up, chopping game out the hood life
I love the hood (man), that`s the good life
I need a hood wife, cause they real with it
They take the bumps with the bruises, they deal with it
We all out here, scratching for a mill ticket
When I hit my number, they gon feel it
Let the button kill it, on me the key
Voice activated, it only works for me
I know you heard of me, Big Po`
Trying to fade me, you gon get po`d
My money too long, you better get some mo`
You gon go bankrupt, if I hit the sco`

[Chorus - 2x]

[Verse 3]
See I was, ghetto born ghetto raised
I was ghetto trapped, in a ghetto maze
So I grabbed my pen, filled the page
And made beats to release this, ghetto rage
And then I get leid, ghetto paid
Cadillac Escalade, with ghetto blades
I got a ghetto babe, a ghetto maid
That cook food like a old school, ghetto slave
This is a ghetto love, ghetto pain
This is ghetto game, a ghetto brain
And I won`t get paid, won`t delay
Until I show y`all, just what the ghetto made
I got a ghetto name, with ghetto fame
And I could not ever, be ghetto shame
I put the ghetto blame, on ghetto knee
I put the ghetto in your face, so your eyes could see

[Chorus - 2x]

[Verse 4]
Spit spectacular, Southside benacular
Who bleed blocks, like Dracula
That flip do` like spatulas, playa we ain`t amateurs
Dope characters, that`s bigger than life
The bigger the slice, the bigger the ice
The bigger the better, the home of trend setters
You know the letters, T-E-X-A
S-D`s, 33rd streets don`t rest ok
We just fabulous, too ghetto fabulous
But these fakers back, stabbing us
Man the Shop, ain`t slacking up
See the paper keeps stacking up
We in the ghetto, still acting up
Mama ain`t no Shaqing up, I`m chasing ghetto bucks
In the ghetto hush, but we could do our thug thang
But you can do the scrub thang, this ain`t no kiss or hug thang

[Chorus - 2x]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Big Pokey f Big Moe, D-Gotti - Da Sky`s Da Limit bear bold, huh huh Let me hear you say [Chorus: Big Moe & Big Pokey) - 2x] (we) Ghetto fabulous (are) Ghetto fabulous (ghetto) Ghetto fabulous And we ain`t having it [D-Gotti] I be that, ghetto gutter guy Hovin` through the side, up in something fly That`s young fly, in a Coupe with the roof removed Run the light tap, baby tell her be cool The seats is bold, the feet are chrome I got the heat to control, cause I`m breathing dro Restarting the ghetto, on the block we spinning fives Now I be the hood guy, time and from the high rock Blessings from Allah, the Shop been fly Lyrics blunt beats, sitting highs Green cost more than my car, wanna be a star From day one I swore, to go hard Oh my Lord, Dr. Nicks wanna play My nigga put a yacht to Miami, Memorial Day We on the shore of the bay, out West getting rest Fabulous as ever, we a mess that`s right [Chorus - 2x] [Big Pokey] I`m G-H-E-T-T-O Fab, ghetto slang, ghetto slab Crawling like a crab, up the Ave In the Navo, me, Will and Mavo Tossing it up, chopping game out the hood life I love the hood (man), that`s the good life I need a hood wife, cause they real with it They take the bumps with the bruises, they deal with it We all out here, scratching for a mill ticket When I hit my number, they gon feel it Let the button kill it, on me the key Voice activated, it only works for me I know you heard of me, Big Po` Trying to fade me, you gon get po`d My money too long, you better get some mo` You gon go bankrupt, if I hit the sco` [Chorus - 2x] [Verse 3] See I was, ghetto born ghetto raised I was ghetto trapped, in a ghetto maze So I grabbed my pen, filled the page And made beats to release this, ghetto rage And then I get leid, ghetto paid Cadillac Escalade, with ghetto blades I got a ghetto babe, a ghetto maid That cook food like a old school, ghetto slave This is a ghetto love, ghetto pain This is ghetto game, a ghetto brain And I won`t get paid, won`t delay Until I show y`all, just what the ghetto made I got a ghetto name, with ghetto fame And I could not ever, be ghetto shame I put the ghetto blame, on ghetto knee I put the ghetto in your face, so your eyes could see [Chorus - 2x] [Verse 4] Spit spectacular, Southside benacular Who bleed blocks, like Dracula That flip do` like spatulas, playa we ain`t amateurs Dope characters, that`s bigger than life The bigger the slice, the bigger the ice The bigger the better, the home of trend setters You know the letters, T-E-X-A S-D`s, 33rd streets don`t rest ok We just fabulous, too ghetto fabulous But these fakers back, stabbing us Man the Shop, ain`t slacking up See the paper keeps stacking up We in the ghetto, still acting up Mama ain`t no Shaqing up, I`m chasing ghetto bucks In the ghetto hush, but we could do our thug thang But you can do the scrub thang, this ain`t no kiss or hug thang [Chorus - 2x] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Da Sky`s Da Limit: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/21916.html Все тексты песен: Big Pokey f Big Moe, D-Gotti » Big Pokey f Big Moe, D-Gotti - Ghetto Fabulous » Big Pokey f Big Moe, D-Gotti - Da Sky`s Da Limit Рекомендуем скачать: » Любаша - Белая-пушистая » Леонид Нахамкин - Идешь по улицам, мостам и переулкам... » Лилия Хайлис - Я ничейная, как кошка... » Любовные истории - Как же так » Леонид Сергеев - Зуб мудрости » Л.Сенчина - Белой акации гроздья душистые » Лесоповал - Три татуировочки » Л.Агутин - Голос высокой травы » Людмила Гурченко - Пять минут » Леонид Сергеев - Что за жизнь у нас, ребята?.. » Леонард Хируг - Вернись ко мне, мой верный Господин!.. » Любэ - Ребята с нашего двора » Леонид Ваксман - Создателя хуля семя... » Левин Александр - Разные летали » Лена Мульганова [Кауфман] (Фабрика звезд - Море. Песок. » Лолита Милявская - Ты снишься » Лилия Хайлис - Финист » Лесоповал - Доска Почета » Людмила Чеботарева - Лилит (Из цикла Вечные Женщины) » Любовь Захарченко - Электорат
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