The Ghetto

Album cover art for "The Ghetto" by Barbara Mason

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The Ghetto

2 Plays

Duration: 3:54

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Lyrics

[Verse 1] The ghetto I'm talkin' 'bout the ghetto Dirty, stinkin' ghetto Y'all know 'bout the ghetto You know, collard greens on Sunday morning and Number runners and dope pushers and They all come from the ghetto Talkin' 'bout the ghetto Ow, ow, the ghetto Friends know 'bout the ghetto [Instrumental Break] [Outro] Summertime in the ghetto, ha Wintertime in the ghetto The ghetto Sometimes it gets hot in the ghetto Ow, ow, the ghetto I can remember thе ghetto You see, I remembеr being seventeen years old in the ghetto I remember sitting out in the summertime Children running around fire plugs in the ghetto I remember smelling food being cooked from a, coming out of an alley In the ghetto How could I ever forget the ghetto? But you know, the ghetto is really not a bad place I remember happy times in the ghetto Sunday mornings, and Friday nights Friday night in the ghetto Somethin' right 'bout Friday nights in the ghetto Folks be standin' on the corner and, you know, shootin' dice Playin' cards, talkin' trash, happens in the ghetto Ha, ha, the ghetto See, but down south in the ghetto is a, is a different kinda thing happenin' I remember comin' down south to Tuscaloosa, Alabama, Friday nights Folks were sitting outside, it was hot, about ninety-nine degrees In the ghetto Ha, ha, the ghetto Ain't nothin' wrong with the ghetto More stars have come out of the ghetto than I can dream of Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto You sure can get low in the ghetto Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto Black eyed peas, I believe black eyed peas must have come from the ghetto Whoever originated that particular kind of food must have come from the ghetto

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Credits

Writers
  • Donny Hathaway
  • Leroy Hutson