Welcome to the Ghetto 2017 Songtext
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Welcome to the ghetto

Living day by day in my hood on the spot
See the same old things same dope fiends, cops
Just an average day in the streets of California
Five O find a young girl dead around the corner
Mommy′s on her knees she had tears in her eyes
And nobody knew why the young girl had to die

People look ashamed it's been like this for years
Bloody sheets on her body, face wet from her mama′s tears
She coulda' been over four or five
And if mommy wasn't based she would still be alive
But now the street is a place you could be swallowed by death
Brothas taking each other′s lives
And going to rest in peace
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
My cousin died last year
And I still can′t let go


I walk the streets of my city of my neighborhood
Seeing dope fiends living off canned goods
15 niggas on the corner
And niggas die young in California
Five O will get a dope case and flaunt it
Have your ass on "America's Most Wanted"

But I don′t slang or either gangbang
And though my old school homies do the same thang
I still got love cause you gotta live
So you can give
And raise a family G
But you gotta do your best slanging D-O-P-E
So keep a grip on yourself and stay mellow
And welcome to the ghetto

Make me wanna holler, they way they do my life
Welcome to the ghetto
Make me wanna holler, they way they do my life
Welcome to the ghetto
Make me wanna holler, they way they do my life
Welcome to the ghetto


From across the seas comes cocaine
But you never seen a black man fly the plane
Look at the news a young black death
Was it drug related, take a guess
I flash when I look in the mirror black
Cause my reflection is a nine millimeter gat

I think about genocide
And have thoughts of my homies who died
Everybody backstabbing
But I ain't the one to talk I′m into gaffling
Death gives a shit about your color
But yet I see mo dead young brothas
I'm goin crazy out here
Seein 24 brothas die by the end of the year

And I still gotta deal with the Five O
And I stopped sellin dope in Nine O
But if I came to it
I probably still do it
Put a Nine in my draws get straight to it
I hope that I never see the day
That I get 20 years for a cake
B-K-A as a key
So open up the door for the mo money
But I ain′t gotta do that G
Cause I'm down with the F-A to the C to the U to the L-T-Y
G-nut X-tra Large and S-P-I-C-E make niggas feel like jello

And welcome to the ghetto
Make me wanna holler, they way they do my life
Welcome to the ghetto
Make me wanna holler, they way they do my life
Welcome to the ghetto
Make me wanna holler, they way they do my life
Welcome to the ghetto
Make me wanna holler, they way they do my life
Welcome to the ghetto

Welcome to the ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto
Welcome to the ghetto