[Intro: Masta Ace]
Welcome to the ghetto radio
Where the people be living kinda low
So you better not slow
Or ya might catch the B-O
[Hook: Masta Ace]
These are the people in my neighbourhood
These are the people in my hood
These are the people in my neighbourhood
And most of them are up to no good
[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
Let's take a walk through my hood
Where that phrase "it's all good"
Don't apply, although I wish it could
In thickness the shit is real
Come and get a feel of the raw deals
See that nigga running with the steel?
His name is KK and back in the day
He was a star running-back
Plus he ran track
He could've been the next Walter Payton
But wait an' watch him go and stick that lady up and start skatin'
And see that sister with the weave down her back?
That's Priscilla, she be drinkin' Miller by the pack
Her brother's name is June but he caught a slug in his spine right here
Now he rolls a wheelchair
And there's Mrs Robinson ("aight, you?")
That's my man mom, she make the slam beef stew
And there go Joe Slim who wears a green brim
And drives a green Cadillac with a spare on the back
And that there's Zak, who's the crack maniac
He'll put a gun to your head just to get his habits fed
And there's Betty-May, who come out every day
In Houser shoes and Golas
Pushing her babies in the strollers
There go Petey who be all in the books
A's in every class, never had a piece o' ass
Then we got the twins who drive the same Benz
And got the same 10s and 20s in their pockets and their skins
Be sweatin' em, 'cause they know they got the double mint
And not the kind you chew, but I think you kinda knew
That's Tina Parker, much darker than her sis
That's because her moms is a fuckin' snake, hiss
Nobody in the family is dark except she
And the UPS man with the long delivery
And Jesse, he's the neighbourhood Cinderella
And when the fella be walkin' you can tell a
Whole lotta sugar's in his core
Feed the soft, he be hittin' off
He heads fresh home from up North
Gee, that's Mr Johnson, and that's Ms Thompson
Both of them are married, but not to each other
Watch how they smother each other
With kisses, hugs, feels, and squeezes
Oh my sweet Jesus!
Welcome to the ghetto radio
Where the people be living kinda low
So you better not slow
Or ya might catch the B-O
[Hook: Masta Ace]
These are the people in my neighbourhood
These are the people in my hood
These are the people in my neighbourhood
And most of them are up to no good
[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
Let's take a walk through my hood
Where that phrase "it's all good"
Don't apply, although I wish it could
In thickness the shit is real
Come and get a feel of the raw deals
See that nigga running with the steel?
His name is KK and back in the day
He was a star running-back
Plus he ran track
He could've been the next Walter Payton
But wait an' watch him go and stick that lady up and start skatin'
And see that sister with the weave down her back?
That's Priscilla, she be drinkin' Miller by the pack
Her brother's name is June but he caught a slug in his spine right here
Now he rolls a wheelchair
And there's Mrs Robinson ("aight, you?")
That's my man mom, she make the slam beef stew
And there go Joe Slim who wears a green brim
And drives a green Cadillac with a spare on the back
And that there's Zak, who's the crack maniac
He'll put a gun to your head just to get his habits fed
And there's Betty-May, who come out every day
In Houser shoes and Golas
Pushing her babies in the strollers
There go Petey who be all in the books
A's in every class, never had a piece o' ass
Then we got the twins who drive the same Benz
And got the same 10s and 20s in their pockets and their skins
Be sweatin' em, 'cause they know they got the double mint
And not the kind you chew, but I think you kinda knew
That's Tina Parker, much darker than her sis
That's because her moms is a fuckin' snake, hiss
Nobody in the family is dark except she
And the UPS man with the long delivery
And Jesse, he's the neighbourhood Cinderella
And when the fella be walkin' you can tell a
Whole lotta sugar's in his core
Feed the soft, he be hittin' off
He heads fresh home from up North
Gee, that's Mr Johnson, and that's Ms Thompson
Both of them are married, but not to each other
Watch how they smother each other
With kisses, hugs, feels, and squeezes
Oh my sweet Jesus!
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