Cool - Ghetto lyrics

[Hook: Dre] Leave my heart to the ghetto, rubber bands stuffed all in up, o yeah, o yeah Get money (get money), that's the motto Hustle all day then we do the sh** tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), I'm in the ghetto (ghetto) Gotta get it (gotta get it) that's the motto Live for today you might never see tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), I'm in the ghetto (ghetto) [Verse 1: Ace Hood] See I went straight to the pros who done it like me Breakup the flow now they holla "he a beast" From the city where there's k**ers & dealers & street beef And them crackers on the corner every avenue and place And my homies servin' hard cause they livin' by the day See I do it for my family and hustled by the way Now I'm back up on the block ya see I'm cooler than them others Certified colored sneakers Keep a fitted for the club, when I step out on the scene all them hoes be showin' love They know that I'm the dude that be ringing through the block Ace, ace, ace, ace Yeah fool heard it right I done been down to the bottom now I'm bound to see the top, my hood [Hook x2: Dre] [Hook: Dre] You gotta love ya hood, you need to love your projects, ay get me, get me [Verse 2: Ace Hood] I got 'em, a couple triple beams, about an ounce of bakin soda I got that revenue that's hittin' colder than Sammy Sosa, (incomprehensible) You see growing up I seen a lot of things I weren't supposed So growing up I lost a lot of people that were closer That's why I stay up on my grind and only roll with soldiers I hit the block and serve em everything away from soda, don't f** with out the soda Sellin' coke with out the cola, my clientele is strictly rock you can tell it by the odor I keep that nine with the mac hid underneath the sofa So if you riding ? tricks I suggest a coma, them p**y n***as want me dead so I suggest and dopa [Hook x2: Dre] [Hook: Dre] [Verse 3: Ace Hood] Yeah I wake up in the ghetto trying dream a couple mill I'm forced to get, momma shooting up and popping pills Daddy on the porch with no remorse he sitting still This be the city that never pity they would rather k** I wipe my eyes and check my clientele who by yourself I grab the pots and baking soda yeah that odor smell This be the hood I got connections like a phone cable So watch where you work cause a mistake can be fatal Cause crakas searching for that person though I'm underable Can't find no witness, f** them snitches, that get snitches popped Another day just talking on the block With a million on my Glock And a half off in my sock [Hook x2: Dre] [Hook: Dre]