[Intro]
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G-H-E-T-T-O
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This is how you start one
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Where you started from
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On a mission to check
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No doubt, got that
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I need a couple of minutes to bring the thought back
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Got that
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I never let another mothafucka
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Tell me what to sang about
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Especially when my only intention
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Is to tell you what I'm thinkin' now
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Sang a song to tell you about hustlin'
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Another one to tell you 'bout the Lord
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My duty is to give 'em something funky
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That's the only thing I do it for
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1 - And I can't tell you 'bout shit I don't know shit about
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Go on, holla, scream it loud
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The only thing I'm all about
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2 - I got that G-H-E-T-T-O
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Take all of my niggas everywhere I go
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In the green Range Rover, or the Lex to go
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With my Iceburgs rollin' the flow
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My people are G-H-E-T-T-O
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And we don't give a fuck if everybody know
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Cuz I'm [na na na] baby that's for sure
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Take the bullshit back to the store
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I got the G-H-E-T-T-O
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Do it for the figgas, magazines and videos
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If you wanna find another nigga
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This one do it for the soul
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Always used to dream of gettin' bigger
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Only for my people
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That's why I'm always checkin' fake niggas
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On forgettin' where they came from
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Repeat 1
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Repeat 2
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Made me believe in the hustle
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Told me to get my money
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Weed gon' be my muscle
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Well here we go now
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In my neighborhood, eastside Compton California
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My homies all like to spend the night under lights
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Streamin' dice and fight
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So this nigga just happen to write about it
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Make a point to spit flames at the names who disrespect the game
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I was a down ass youngster and I'm still the same
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And I can see right through you niggas
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Before the fame and TV, you was a real nigga just like me
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On my block, I ain't never seen a nigga wear high heeled shoes
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I ain't never seen a nigga dance with no groom
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I ain't never seen a nigga get his hair all bleached
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And if he did, he'd get his ass beat for bein' a punk nigga
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Repeat 2 to fade
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G.H.E.T.T.O.
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TQ |