Y no te hagas la loca Y se te nota a ti, a ti Y se te nota a ti Chica no te haga se que te gusta a ti Sexo, alcohol, na' ma' Cada vez que miro estas pendiente a mi Te puedo observar Te gusta que te celen, que peleen por ti

She just wanna pop pop pop pop popopop pop that bubblegum Shawty right there got a ghettoghetto booty A ghettoghetto booty She just wanna pop pop pop pop pop pop pop that bubblegum If she keep blowing it might explode Never seen a girl like you before Drop a dollar

Well, if you don't know what I mean Won't you stand up and scream? 'Cause there's things goin' on that you don't know Well, have you ever lived down in the ghettoghetto? Have you ever felt the cold wind blow? Too many lives they've spent across the ocean Too

Fool I'm a vet you can bet that I could dance underwater and not get wet (check it) Its rainin' bullets and I'm still there young ghettoghetto nigga in a wheelchair niggas used to come and get me

Aquí fronteamos porque podemos, fronteamos porque podemos Un soldado callejero, ese soy yo Haciendo mucho dinero, ese soy yo Tú quién eres, nadie sabe Porque no lo haces como yo, no matas como yo Mira ahora dónde estamos, contando mucho dinero Empezamos

King of my city, king of my country, king of my homeland King of the filthy, king of the fallen, we living again King of the shooters, looters, boosters, and ghettos poppin' King of the past, present, future, my ancestors watching King of the culture,

Tú, te pones caliente Yo, hoy tengo la suerte De, tener de frente Una mujer como tú en mi cama Ayer entre mis sábanas te hice el amor Y todavía no toco el suelo Todavía siento que vuelo Dejaste tu aroma en mi cama Solo me conformo tocar tu piel

In the ghettoghetto (in the ghettoghetto) On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' And his mama cries As the snow flies A poor little baby child is born 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed People, don't you understand The

Nobody's gonna hurt you Nobody's gonna do this for you What you say? What you say? Can I keep us locked in my room I was running through the meadows Through the meadows with my ghettoghetto boy I've been waiting in the corners for you Come on, baby, lift your

Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghettoghetto nigga's lullabye The only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli That's it! all these motherfuckers stole from me I'm takin' back what's mine Laughing you motherfuckers can't