Da ghetto has it rough Ma homies likes ta scruff We's flexing'em cuz weeze buff (But we can't honestly communicate since we're all fucking illiterate idiots.) In da ghetto we gots lemon lime soda. In we's bungalow? We gots clothes thats dont be fittin' ans we'ves spent da mad cash ons da mufflers and da rims, chiz. (Because there's nothing more attractive than seeing me spend money I don't have on utterly pointless shit, and then complaining about food and struggle.) In me ghetto? me gots honies knocked up Me's got bunnies all around. Me's got too much hump, and me kids is likes goats, always on full chew, Cuz da ghettos screw. (Since we're drunk twenty four hours a day on poorly distilled highly carbonated cocaine cocktails and elephant tranquilizers.) Please, please Mr. Man... Let the hounds loose.