Now, T-L-C will challenge Goodie Mob
To a game of ghetto laser tag
When they say, "What it is"
You scream, "What it ain't", that is all
1999 yeah
TLC, the Goodie Mob
The synergy of ghetto sounds
For the Y-2-G
What you wanna do wit it? What it is and what it ain't
Either you bring it or you can't
Sometimes it gets kinda messy out there
But we get by one day at a time
I still go eat at Waffle House
After 112, when I go out
Where do you hang or do you slang
Or wear a chain or platinum rings
I still maintain my ghetto side
I keep my pride get on my ride
20 inch rims I sport a brim
Hang with my girls, go to the mall
Around the world and keep your change
The finest things will still remain so
Don't even look from across the room
You don't know enough about this world to
Ever get it on with me
Or hang out where I do
Don't even look from across the floor
You don't have rhyme enough for no tour
To come upon a girl like me
And that's not a possibility
She's a built plastic girl, I'm a big boss man
I like old model cars and big Sedans, you like two doors
Funding their clothes and Rolls
I sit on the porch sip some and pose
I like the 9 when you're humpin' hot ho's
I do sweets while you preferred the lows
Tonight I'm choose 'cause ya already chose
It's grown folk business and I'll run the floor
'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money
'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money
sh** my baby is still ghetto like hot fries, I come from lovin' n***as
And give 20/20 with his bloodshot eyes
Got turned into gold, went from two O's to thirty two lows
Which is enough to buy a Rolls ain't but nobody knows
Stay in my place, keep my diamonds out of your face
You wanna be with this player, got to play at my pace
I'm slum but I can still cum over there where you're from
If you want some bullsh** you better buy you some
Don't even look from across the room
You don't know enough about this world to
Ever get it on with me
Or hang out where I do
Don't even look from across the floor
You don't have rhyme enough for no tour
To come upon a girl like me
And that's not a possibility
Shorty where your booty, shorty where your gold teeth
Shorty where your long nails, shorty where your fake hair
Shorty got the attitude all up in the news
To represent the 90's girl [Incomprehensible] oldies too
I got your back you got the front, it's time we pull it off in the woods
With the bump on them dubs ain't no scrubs don't conceal
I'm a ghetto millionaire, can you see me gettin' it clear
I'ma keep on servin' here like I'm supposed to baby
'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money
'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money
What it is, what it ain't
What it is, what it ain't
What it is, what it ain't
What? Down, don't be suffocatin' my pockets
While I'm recessitatin' these topics
Like bring your G's where your loot
You're lookin' real dumb when you get the boot
What it is my road to me
Come from some of the hardest of streets
Me custom navigate to the club
With some of the hardest of beats
What it ain't what you sleepin' with all the sh** that I've been through
'Cause I'ma keep doin' all the things that I gots to do
Damn it I'll put your a** to work
Comb your nappy head 'til it hurts
Where those saints stop these are the ropes
Take your wealth up the street or you might hurt your throat
You know you're ghetto when you don't show up in court
For not payin' your child support or you too bullsh** for me
You act like you're too good to eat
At Church's, Popeye's and Hartz
I shop at Walter's Bright Creek in the mall where it's steep and deep
I hang out in Bank Head, you prefer Buckhead
Your favorite color is hot pink, I love that thing
'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money
'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money
'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me
And you ain't hot enuff for me
And you ain't fly enuff for me
And you're too tight with your money
What it is, what it ain't
What it is, what it ain't
What it is, what it ain't
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