E-40 - Ghetto Celebrity Lyrics
[e-40]Ghetto celebriteeeeeee... ooooh(you aint heard shit, you aint did shittil you got yo wig split)From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..{nobody.. nobody}From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..(you aint did shit, you aint heard shittil you got yo wig split)From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..{nobody.. nobody}Ahhh (ahhhh)I got straight thrick-fifty-fifty-seven, reasonsThat are criminals, thugs, hoodlums, heathensSmoke wet, daddies, sherm, highBloop bloop dip dip water water fryCrack, cocaine yola, bloody sheetsThey brought it in on a plane, and I put it on my streets1300 block, magazine40 in the kitchen cookin, ice creamZippers, zones, her-on and hubba rocksGotta little kids to the front yard runnin around distractin the copsSkirts, breezies felines, hootchies shortiesPlayaz pimpin, gettin blunted and drankin fortiesChevies cougars, firebirds, ? ? and fairlanesMonte carlos, mavericks, novas and ford mustangsBout them dollars (bout them dollars)Sittin on twinkies (sittin on twinkies)Need a half a key? need to come see me, mr. local celebrityChorus: suga t each 3rd line in ()From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..[from a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the word]{nobody.. nobody} (mmmmmmm, ghetto celebrity!)From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..[from a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the word]{nobody.. nobody} (ghetto celebrity)From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..[from a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the word]{nobody.. nobody} (mmmmmmm, ghetto celebrity!)From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..[from a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the word]{nobody.. nobody} (ghetto celebrity)[e-40]Beotch! fo a.m., tryin to make some bankWith a bulletproof apron, cookin the crankIn apartment letter c, building number threeWhere erybody and their grandma beBut everybody know me though, we folksBusted the man they seen us in voguesAint no, snitch codesJust pimps and playaz, hookers and hoesOnly problem that we haaaaave, is with the manCause a couple of my sigourney went up in one of my, methamphetamine labsDouble-oh-g shit, we rides, hardtops and trucksEmpty the clip dere, high speeds, dumpin on the copsIts mad dope like the grinch, who did what? who stole christmasAttitude over there by the fence butt-*****Toe-tagged him, thats how they found yo dirtDamn, uh-ohh, shit, hold him upThe homey from the block just got busted for robbin an armed truckAssed out, to up, stupid stuckWithout a doubt, shit out of luck (shit out of luck)I aint no fictionary rhymer, fool Im a timahEver since I came out of my, mommas vaginaChorus[e-40]Been smokin tweed since nine, but I got too used to herNow I be powderin my nose, with some of that there sugar bookaMy gs tell me Im out of line but my head is all I can seeI know some timahs that been snortin for years, and they still sharpestDude you know the game let me explain you can take some notes (notes)I never hung around kids, just grown folksWhen its a drought in the town, we sell bombAnd let our boys drive our cars to the promVipers, bentleys, jaguars, drop-top mercedesPorsches, lincolns ferraris volvo s-80sStretchers, choppers, heat mizers and m-16sSks, sawed off shotguns, ar-15sAks, fresh out the box, the choo choo train (the choo choo train)Po-po, left it unlocked, now thats some game!You know, that I know, that you know who I beNeed a half a key, nigga come see me, mr. local celebrity, uhhh[suga t]Never forget a big timah.. ghetto celebrityDont forget me when you.. ghetto celebrityHustlin, money.. ghetto celebrityDo what you gotta do.. ghetto celebrity
