Studio Ton - Ghetto Celebrity lyrics

[E-40] Ghetto celebriteeeeeee... ooooh (You ain't heard sh**, you ain't did sh** 'til you got yo' wig split) From a nobody n***a, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee.. {​Nobody.. nobody}​ From a nobody n***a, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee.. (You ain't did sh**, you ain't heard sh** 'til you got yo' wig split) From a nobody n***a, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee.. {​Nobody.. nobody}​ Ahhh (AHHHH) I got three (three) fifty (fifty) seven, reasons That are criminals, thugs, hoodlums, heathens Smoke wet, daddies, sherm, high Bloop bloop dip dip water water fry Crack, COCAINE yola, bloody sheets They brought it in on a plane, and I put it on my streets 1300 block, magazine 40 in the kitchen cookin, ice cream Zippers, zones, her-on and hubba rocks Gotta little kids to the front yard runnin around distractin the cops Skirts, breezies felines, hootchies shorties Playaz pimpin, gettin blunted and drankin forties Chevies Cougars, Firebirds, Falcons and Fairlanes Monte Carlos, Mavericks, Novas and Ford Mustangs Bout them dollars (bout them dollars) Sittin on twinkies (sittin on twinkies) Need a half a key? Need to come see me, Mr. Local Celebrity [Chorus: Suga T] From a nobody n***a, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee.. [From a nobody n***a, ghettofab is the word] {​Nobody.. nobody}​ (Mmmmmmm, ghetto celebrity!) From a nobody n***a, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee.. [From a nobody n***a, ghettofab is the word] {​Nobody.. nobody}​ (Ghetto celebrity) From a nobody n***a, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee.. [From a nobody n***a, ghettofab is the word] {​Nobody.. nobody}​ (Mmmmmmm, ghetto celebrity!) From a nobody n***a, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee.. [From a nobody n***a, ghettofab is the word] {​Nobody.. nobody}​ (Ghetto celebrity) [E-40] BEOTCH! Fo' A.M., tryin to make some bank With a bulletproof apron, cookin the crank In apartment letter C, building number three Where ery'body and their grandma be But everybody know me though, WE FOLKS Mustard and mayonnaise, zeniths and vouges Ain't no, snitch codes Just pimps and playaz, hookers and hoes Only problem that we haaaaave, is with the man Cause a couple of months ago they went up in one of my methamphetamine labs Double-oh-G sh**, we rides, hardtops and trucks Empty the clip dere, high speeds, dumpin on the cops Mad doggin like the Grinch, who did what? Who stole Christmas Attitude over there by the fence bu*t-NAKED Toe-tagged him, that's how they found yo' dirt Damn, uh-ohh, sh**, hold him up The homey from the block just got busted for robbin an armed truck Assed out, to' up, stupid stuck Without a doubt, sh** out of luck (sh** out of luck) I ain't no fictionary rhymer, fool I'm a timah Ever since I came out of my, momma's vagina Chorus [E-40] Been smokin tweed since nine, but I got too used to her Now I be powderin my nose, with some of that there sugar booka My G's tell me I'm out of line but my head is all I can see I know some timahs that been snortin for years, and they still sharpest Dude you know the game let me explain you can take some notes (notes) I never hung around kids, just grown folks When it's a drought in the town, we sell BOMB And let our boys drive our cars to the prom Vipers, Bentleys, Jaguars, drop-top Mercedes Porsches, Lincolns, Ferraris, Volvo S-80's Stretchers, choppers, heat mizers and M-16's SK's, sawed off shotguns, AR-15's AK's, fresh out the box, the choo choo train (the choo choo train) Po-Po, left it unlocked, now that's some game! You know, that I know, that you know who I be Need a half a key, n***a come see me, Mr. Local Celebrity, UHHH [Suga T] Never forget a big timah.. ghetto celebrity Don't forget me when you.. ghetto celebrity Hustlin, money.. ghetto celebrity Do what you gotta do.. ghetto celebrity