Текст песни Spice 1 - Welcome Back to the Ghetto
Spice 1 - Welcome Back to the Ghetto слова песни
(Chorus: Spice 1)Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands(Welcome back to the ghetto)Make me wanna holler, wadin` through my life(It`s welcome back to the ghetto)Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands(It`s welcome back to the ghetto)Make me wanna holler, wadin` through my life(Welcome back to the ghetto)(Spice 1)Still livin` day by day and thug niggas don`t playNiggas thirty years old still out here slangin` yayGoin` dub for dub, same block, same cornerToo much dr-a-drama out here in CaliforniaDifferent time, different year but still the same placeYou ass niggas still throwin` rocks up in your faceSome niggas is still alive I stay in the cutSome niggas incarcerated, some niggas straight nutsLost they mind somwhere in the game they confusedSaid about the life they livin` walk in my shoesYou can`t, cause I`ma riderhopelessly lost up in the thug world, fast cars and girlsGun cases, handcuffs, cops searchin` me thoroughSmokin` weed liftin` weights bitch places and girlsGotta stay strong, it`s not about how long you lastDon`t ever let them, jealous motherfuckers speak on your casketIn the ghetto where niggas shoot it out in the rainMobb Buckets, shattered headlights, hopes and dreamsWrote with schemes, niggas gettin` smoked with beamsIt`s hard to tell who`s on the same teamWelcome back to the ghetto(Chorus: Spice 1)Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands(Welcome back to the ghetto)Make me wanna holler, wadin` through my life(It`s welcome back to the ghetto)Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands(It`s welcome back to the ghetto)Make me wanna holler, wadin` through my life(Welcome back to the ghetto)(Spice 1)I`m worried about Ms Parker - that old lady she just sit on the porchin a rockin` chair watchin` niggas come up shortShe had a son three months agoshot and killed in cold blood on his way to the storeMan you know - she used to wave to me, used to speak and say hiBut now all she do is stare with that look in her eyeRockin` back and forth with no facial expressionI heard that she had a stroke from all her depressionWorkin` hard all her life scrubbin` toilets and floorsAnd my nigga - he don`t want his mama workin` no moreBut the price for a better life they cost ya, ya ownI guess that`s why my nigga never made it back homeIn the ghetto front line where the game is ferociousBabies sleepin` on the floor with the rats and roachesMomma cookin` in the kitchen burnin` the riceI`m still makin` sure the babies say they prayers at nightIn the ghetto(Chorus: Spice 1)Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands(Welcome back to the ghetto)Make me wanna holler, wadin` through my life(It`s welcome back to the ghetto)Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands(It`s welcome back to the ghetto)Make me wanna holler, wadin` through my life(Welcome back to the ghetto)(Spice 1)It`s a nice place to visit but you don`t wanna liveLittle mini gangbangers, bad ass kidsEleven years old, they got the Mack 10 tuckedLittle shorty wanna be a thug anxious to buckTryin` to tell the little niglet, pick a book up and readhe said the game was his teacherand the school was the streetsI think it`s kinda selfish, everybody wanna millionBuildin` more jails and less schools for the childrenIn the ghetto, where the niggas k-a-keepin` it poppin`You a veteran like me, a good job ain`t an optionWho the hell is gonna hire a villian, an ex-con?Tattoo`s and stab wounds come back another timeScars on my wrists from handcuffs too tightKeep it gangsta but still manage to keep the Lord in my lifeLord please tell Lucither he need to turn the heat downI`m feelin` the flames of hell underneath my feet nowIn the ghetto(Chorus: Spice 1)Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands(Welcome back to the ghetto)Make me wanna holler, wadin` through my life(It`s welcome back to the ghetto)Make me wanna holler, throw up off my hands(It`s welcome back to the ghetto)Make me wanna holler, wadin` through my life(Welcome back to the ghetto)