(feat. Big Moe, D-Gotti)



bear bold, huh huh

Let me hear you say



[Chorus x2: Big Moe & Big Pokey]

(we)

Ghetto fabulous

(are)

Ghetto fabulous

(ghetto)

Ghetto fabulous

And we ain't having it



[D-Gotti]

I be that, ghetto gutter guy

Hovin' through the side, up in something fly

That's young fly, in a Coupe with the roof removed

Run the light tap, baby tell her be cool

The seats is bold, the feet are chrome

I got the heat to control, cause I'm breathing dro

Restarting the ghetto, on the block we spinning fives

Now I be the hood guy, time and from the high rock

Blessings from Allah, the Shop been fly

Lyrics blunt beats, sitting highs

Green cost more than my car, wanna be a star

From day one I swore, to go hard

Oh my Lord, Dr. Nicks wanna play

My nigga put a yacht to Miami, Memorial Day

We on the shore of the bay, out West getting rest

Fabulous as ever, we a mess that's right



[Chorus x2]



[Big Pokey]

I'm G-H-E-T-T-O

Fab, ghetto slang, ghetto slab

Crawling like a crab, up the Ave

In the Navo, me, Will and Mavo

Tossing it up, chopping game out the hood life

I love the hood (man), that's the good life

I need a hood wife, cause they real with it

They take the bumps with the bruises, they deal with it

We all out here, scratching for a mill ticket

When I hit my number, they gon feel it

Let the button kill it, on me the key

Voice activated, it only works for me

I know you heard of me, Big Po'

Trying to fade me, you gon get po'd

My money too long, you better get some mo'

You gon go bankrupt, if I hit the sco'



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3]

See I was, ghetto born ghetto raised

I was ghetto trapped, in a ghetto maze

So I grabbed my pen, filled the page

And made beats to release this, ghetto rage

And then I get leid, ghetto paid

Cadillac Escalade, with ghetto blades

I got a ghetto babe, a ghetto maid

That cook food like a old school, ghetto slave

This is a ghetto love, ghetto pain

This is ghetto game, a ghetto brain

And I won't get paid, won't delay

Until I show y'all, just what the ghetto made

I got a ghetto name, with ghetto fame

And I could not ever, be ghetto shame

I put the ghetto blame, on ghetto knee

I put the ghetto in your face, so your eyes could see



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 4]

Spit spectacular, Southside benacular

Who bleed blocks, like Dracula

That flip do' like spatulas, playa we ain't amateurs

Dope characters, that's bigger than life

The bigger the slice, the bigger the ice

The bigger the better, the home of trend setters

You know the letters, T-E-X-A

S-D's, 33rd streets don't rest ok

We just fabulous, too ghetto fabulous

But these fakers back, stabbing us

Man the Shop, ain't slacking up

See the paper keeps stacking up

We in the ghetto, still acting up

Mama ain't no Shaqing up, I'm chasing ghetto bucks

In the ghetto hush, but we could do our thug thang

But you can do the scrub thang, this ain't no kiss or hug thang



[Chorus x2]