[Intro: Girl and guy talking]
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Ayyo, whassup girl?
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What's with this dress shirt and jogger pants?
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Whatever
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How you gonna be wearing them open toed shoes and white socks?
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Whatever nigga
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You still got coupons from White Castle
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Whatever
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You're so ghetto, your probably a valued customer at White Castle
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Nigga, you so ghetto you still rockin a cameo
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Whatever, you're so ghetto
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you still got them MC Lyte earring for 1987
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Whatever nigga
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You're so ghetto you gotta taxi search for a limo again
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Whatever
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You're so ghetto
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your family car says hard as hell in silver on the side
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[Kardinal]
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Check, yo
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You know you ghetto when the money you got
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Is a whole lot of ones stacked up to make a knot
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You know you ghetto when you thinkin your a star
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And your waiting at the back for drinks at the bar
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You know you ghetto when think your number one with the flow
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And you shoutin out yourself on the radio
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You know you ghetto when the polo that you rock
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Says Fruit Of The Loom on the label and on the top, nigga
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You know you ghetto when you stuck inside a jail
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Them Jordans on your feet costed more then your bail
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You know you ghetto when you going on the creep
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And your girl gotta wait for her children to fall asleep
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You know you ghetto when you think you represent
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But them niggas on your block aint spendin a red cent
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Aint tryin to buy your album (nigga hell no!)
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If you dubbin this right now 'stead of buyin the single your...
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(You're Ghetto)
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Ghetto's what ya are
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When ya think you a star
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Flossin on the street in the rental car
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(You're Ghetto)
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Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that your nice
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But the opposite dont look twice
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(You're Ghetto)
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You're G to the H to the E to the T T O
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(You're Ghetto)
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You're G to the H to the E to the T T O
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(You're Ghetto)
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[Kardinal]
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Yeah, check it, yeah
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You know you ghetto when your boys push crack
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And you buyin crack from them so you can go smoke out back
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You know you ghetto when your moms part of your crew
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And your grandmom is only 5 years older then you
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You know you ghetto when I dont know who you are but nigga I know yo name
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Cause I can read it on your chain
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You know you ghetto when ya, signin along
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And ya can relate to the rhyme I'm spittin in the song
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You know you ghetto when ya best clothes, is your dress clothes
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And your dress is blue jeans and chineese slippers, namean?
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You know you ghetto when ya askin for cigarettes cause you cant afford hash
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Mixed with that weed in your stash
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You know you ghetto when you tryin to get your flirt on
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And that cop blockin nigga has got the same damn shirt on
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You know you ghetto when you own two cars
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And you need ten for me to buy drinks at the bar
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(You're Ghetto)
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Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that your fly
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But the homegirls walk right by
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(You're Ghetto)
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Ghetto's what ya are when ya think ya got clout
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But your hair weave keeps fallin out
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(You're Ghetto)
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You're G to the H to the E to the T T O
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(You're Ghetto)
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You're G to the H to the E to the T T O
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[Kardinal]
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You check it,
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You know you ghetto when you bring home your boys
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And your moms lookin at your crew like they sex toys
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You know you ghetto when your brothers paid for jugglin
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Need a (?) beam were talkin bout nigga we strugglin
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You know you ghetto when ya sittin down in class
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And dang, a cock roach went and crawled out ya bookbag
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You know you ghetto when ya tried to sound like Lil Kim
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And you went out soundin like Foxy
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Oh wait a minute thats the same thing
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You know you ghetto when rap is part of your dream
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But you cant stay out past 1 cause your mom runs your street team
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You know you ghetto when ya savin to buy a key
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But your gradpop still on the corner pushin that weed
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You know you ghetto when you know you not Jamaican
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But your clothes say Tommy Hilfiger nigga you fakin
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You know you ghetto when ya like every other brotha
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Rappin loud, barkin down the street tryin to be the struggler
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(You're Ghetto)
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Ghetto's what ya are
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When ya think you a star
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Flossin on the street in the rental car
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(You're Ghetto)
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