and Ghetto Bill I put my number on a hundred dollar bill You want to party shorty, you need to call me shorty I talk country cause you know I'm from New Orleans shorty
I like how you move, keep doin yo' thang [Chorus] [Master P - fading out] Do that dance [repeat 4X] Hey mahhhh, heyyyyy, okay! Do that dance [repeat 4X] Hey
now) All my fellas help us get them ladies out, hey, oh shorty Hey oh, hey oh We're calling all the sexy ladies round the world Hey oh, hey oh We're
say Hey, oh, hey, oh We're calling all the sexy ladies round the world Hey, oh, hey, oh We're calling all the sexy ladies to the floor Hey, oh, hey,
Wilkinson ?Get that money, lil' nigga' that's what they told me I never sweated props cause like my pops they couldn't hold me Until he found shorty'
Now, if you got it going on make some noise Peace to all the real grimy ghetto girls and boys In my neighborhood , whether black or hispanic Yo, this
, you didn't think I was comin' like that did you? Whoo From the corner to the dice where we rollin' at For all my homies gettin' nice off that cognac To ghetto
the ghetto I'm like an angel that put on a halo Cradle the grave of my niggaz that we lost in the ghetto 'Cause where I'm from in the ghetto we rock
, give her pies, giver her cake Hit a city, hit a town, hit a state Every ghetto, every hood we there Heavy metal in a roc-a-wear yeah I been there every ghetto
Sometimes I'm curious on how you feel When you're screaming out my name Is it really for reality, originality, my Mentality Explore every possibility, let's get down Shorty
Tha Producer: Scene kids, Ghetto jeans, Gangstas, 40's and the bling-bling sidekicks Rollin? with the cleanest feel Shorties, Homies, Hollywood, Moscow
Chorus: QB It's be them real life ghetto shit Be couple grounds, listen close while niggas run it down Games not to be played, '99 straight chips, hot
, hold the weight My whole fam, come to set ya all straight Jump in the car, peel out, shorty better chill out Now now, how you do my fam, my crew? Hey
" A ghetto love is the law that we live by Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die I reminisce over my ghetto princess everyday Give it up for my shorty, shorty
and do the hop You know we don't stop, we on the ghetto, rise on the top You know we come back and do the hop Shorties in the place, all the shorty
Like pac, ya need a thug in your life, yeah A young nigga to straight come through and beat it up Let yo man be the freak, he can eat it up Shorty got
Hey fresh We back at it baby Here baby doll, up against the wall And through the sound, he broke it down Only one more hypnotic and that's when he shot
'm gonna smoke with a gangsta girl When I freak, I'm gonna freak me a gangsta I'm lookin' for them gangsta girls, not them fake ass wanksta girls Just them ghetto