The Ghetto

[Verse 1]
The ghetto
I'm talkin' 'bout the ghetto
Dirty, stinkin' ghetto
Y'all know 'bout the ghetto
You know, collard greens on Sunday morning and
Number runners and dope pushers and
They all come from the ghetto
Talkin' 'bout the ghetto
Ow, ow, the ghetto
Friends know 'bout the ghetto

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[Outro]
Summertime in the ghetto, ha
Wintertime in the ghetto
The ghetto
Sometimes it gets hot in the ghetto
Ow, ow, the ghetto
I can remember thе ghetto
You see, I remembеr being seventeen years old in the ghetto
I remember sitting out in the summertime
Children running around fire plugs in the ghetto
I remember smelling food being cooked from a, coming out of an alley
In the ghetto
How could I ever forget the ghetto?
But you know, the ghetto is really not a bad place
I remember happy times in the ghetto
Sunday mornings, and Friday nights
Friday night in the ghetto
Somethin' right 'bout Friday nights in the ghetto
Folks be standin' on the corner and, you know, shootin' dice
Playin' cards, talkin' trash, happens in the ghetto
Ha, ha, the ghetto
See, but down south in the ghetto is a, is a different kinda thing happenin'
I remember comin' down south to Tuscaloosa, Alabama, Friday nights
Folks were sitting outside, it was hot, about ninety-nine degrees
In the ghetto
Ha, ha, the ghetto
Ain't nothin' wrong with the ghetto
More stars have come out of the ghetto than I can dream of
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
You sure can get low in the ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Black eyed peas, I believe black eyed peas must have come from the ghetto
Whoever originated that particular kind of food must have come from the ghetto