Light Up Ghetts (Ft. J2K & Rawz Artilla)

[Verse 1: Ghetts]
She wanna play games with me
Fuck that, I ain't picking up a joypad
How dare man ask me if I beat
I might say no but know a nigga destroyed that
Ooh, I'm annoyed that man even doubted me
How many girls have I drawn?
Including her, that are blatantly out of my league
If I'm your wingman, you can count on me
Them man are in the friendzone, me? I'm in the open your legs zone
You're on the red? Still give me head though
Darkskin dick and a red bone
Before I head home, oh, she want Ghetts? I guess so
Or does she want Ghetts or Ghetto? AKA Lorenzo
Blacker than Kenco, my own music in my headphones, zoning
I tell man stop gassing up the lighties
Cause I'd have thinked they ain't black enough to like me
I demonstrate, I'm a heavyweight
Them can't take to something lightly
Remember Jane? Plain Jane?
Who'd you think gave her a whole 'nother stylee?
My man said to me "that's my girl, fam"
I asked him why the fuck she beside me

[Hook]
Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song
Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub
Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song
Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub
Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song
Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub
Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song
Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub