Ayo, ayo, ayo Ain't nothing like some good old ghettoghetto, ghetto Ain't nothing like some good old ghettoghetto Yeah, let me holla at you real quick I'm gonna bring y'all back to the good old, good old days You feel me? Some of that Good old, good old, good old

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

Nwaar Is The New Black J'mets les neuf sur le i Mets l'hashtag sur le Vie J'viens pas du ghettoghetto, je n'viens pas des cités Donc si j'dois te niquer, j'le ferai seul tout J'connais des fils de, mais j'traîne pas 'vec eux On s'capte que pour faire du cash

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

Love for them that steal in the name of the Lord Dem a tell 'nough lie but holding my bird in a cloud Using the name of the Lord in vein While the people in the ghettoghetto, feel 'nough pain And I remember what my papa told me Remember what my papa told me,

Harlem once was red line district rated Designated ghettoghetto like the yellow star of David And you wonder why people don't own their homes 'Cause the racist bank wouldn't fuckin' mortgage a loan Until after the invasion of gentrification Eminent domain

I started this gangsta shit And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? {Hello} Look at these Niggas With Attitudes {Hello} And this the motherfuckin thanks I get? (Hello) The motherfuckin world is a ghettoghetto Full of magazines, full clips, and heavy metal When

Because they trod the rocky road Got to get a place fi ghettoghetto youths fi rest dem feet Down through the roots of the one called King David Now praise up the Almighty, no deal with devilism Now I say love and harmony, is what we need upon the street

(od ogoua waïo) C'est chô-chô , ça brûle, Gaâh m h'ebel ya Ouligan’s : gué n’antelou dourbouha ya kou d'cizou: barrage tsêe'lou C'est l'ambiance du ghettoghetto, Ya du mambo à Paris Chez nous (à) Abidjan Quand c'est comme ça yala la vie

Would you like to go with me Down my dead end street Would you like to come with me To Village GhettoGhetto Land See the people lock their doors While robbers laugh and steal Beggars watch and eat their meals-from garbage cans Broken glass is everywhere It's a