Ghetto rock
Like hot the haters can't fuck with it
Who stay holding it from Brooklyn?
Freak daddy came here to work the mojo, oh
Up top is you getting up with it?
And if it get good, tell your nigga throw your 'bows
Sun and the moon, earths, stars and planets
Let a nigga rock, let a nigga rock , ha
And that goes for the sinner man to holy folks
This is the sound
You don't believe that shit believe what you wanna
And after y'all get it go I let it go some more
Son and the moon, earth's, star's and planet's
Put your shit in the sky like I know you
This is the sound
Say what, for sure, for sure
Yes, we are so ghetto, yes, we are rock and roll
Dirty dirty is you getting cronk with it?
'Cause they mom and they sister and girl in love with it
Let me see you in the world making your shoulder role
Speak language, come straight from the gutter
And they niggaz
Observe the terms that we trade with one and other
Before the song done y'all going, all understand it
Ghetto rock
You know is Mos ha, Jackpot
Spin the record 'til the record done spinning
Be careful our first draw be that overdose
Alright, okay, so, shut-up
This is the sound
Ghetto rock
Yes, we are so ghetto, yes, we are rock and motherfucking roll
Ha, I am a fighter and a lover
This is the sound
Work songs that the slaves sang back then
Space
Before song done y'all going, all understand it
Smokey smoke from coast to coast
Right here to my youngest one is older folks
Before the song done y'all going, all understand it
Ghetto rock
Black Jack Johnson, N.Y.C. R O C K I N G
Son and the moon, earth's, star's and planet's
This is the sound
I'm the freaky baby daddy, I'm a bad motherfucker
Let a nigga rock
This is the sound
What it is, how you livin', what's happenin'
Ha, my ghetto nation get toe to toe
That Black Jack about something for sure, for sure
Because the high is high and the low is low
Ghetto rock
Black John Johnson N.Y.C. R O C K I N G
Gimme the space
I said, I am, go ask my mama
Stay rocking steady steady 'cause I told you so
Gimme the space, back up, gimme the space
I got to go for broke, is this the only way the Smith family now to go
Sound man holla black come with it
Like what's good, what's poppin', what's crackin'
'Cause we are so ghetto, yes, we are rock and roll
Black John Johnson N.Y.C. R O C K I N G
I'm the earth, wind, fire and the thunder
Yes, we are so ghetto, yes, we are rock and roll
The playground chants, with little girls clapping
I'mma put down like a dirty so and so
