Too $hort The Ghetto Lyrics

Short Dog’s in the House Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 $hort Dog’s in the House
  • 2 It’s Your Life
  • 3 The Ghetto
  • 4 Short but Funky
  • 5 In the Oaktown
  • 6 Dead or Alive
  • 7 Punk Bitch
  • 8 Ain’t Nothin’ but a Word to Me
  • 9 Hard on the Boulevard
  • 10 Pimpology
  • 11 Paula & Janet
  • 12 Rap Like Me
  • 13 The Ghetto (reprise)
  • Talking bout the ghetto, funky funky ghetto
    Trying to survive, trying to stay alive

    The ghetto
    The ghetto
    (Talking bout the ghetto)
    The ghetto
    The ghetto
    (Funk funky ghetto)

    Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out
    Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths
    Old school buddies not doing it right
    Every day it's the same
    And it's the same every night
    I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd shoot that fool
    If he played me close and tried to test my cool
    Every day I wondered just how I'll die
    Only thing I know is how to survive
    There's only one rule in the real world
    And that's to take care of you, only you and yours
    Keep dealing with the hard times day after day
    Might deal me some dope but then crime don't pay
    Black man tried to break into my house again
    Thought he got off the dope doing time in the pen
    Even though my brothers do me just like that
    I get a lot of love so I'm giving it back to the

    The ghetto
    (Talking bout the ghetto)
    The ghetto
    (Funk funky ghetto)
    The ghetto
    (Trying to live our lives)
    The ghetto
    Wont ya tell ya buddy Too $hort

    So just peep the game and don't call it crap
    Cause to me, life is one hard rap
    Even though my sister smoked crack cocaine
    She was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing changed
    600 million on a football team
    And her baby dies just like a dope fiend
    The story I tell is so incomplete
    Five kids in the house and no food to eat
    Don't look at me and don't ask me why
    Mama's next door getting high
    Even though she's got five mouths to feed
    She's rather spend her money on a H-I-T
    I always tell the truth about things like this
    I wonder if the mayor overlooked that list
    Instead of adding to the task force send some help
    Waiting on him I'd better help myself
    Housing Authority and the O.P.D.
    All these guns just to handle me in the

    The ghetto
    People all dying
    The ghetto
    Children are crying
    The ghetto
    Don't have enough to eat
    The ghetto
    Don't even have shoes on their feet
    The ghetto

    Even though they put us down and call us animals
    We make real big banks and buy brand new clothes
    Drive fancy cars, make love to stars
    Never really saying just who we are
    We use alias names like Too $hort
    Sell your stuff you might kill for
    Young kids grow up and that's all they know
    Didn't teach him in school now he's slangin' dope
    Only thing he knows is how to survive
    But will he kill another brother before he dies?
    In the ghetto, you keep one eye open
    All day long, just hoping and hoping
    You can pay your bills and not drink too much
    Then the problems of life you'll be throwing up
    Like me, but you don't see
    Ten years from now, where will you be?

    The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto)
    Tryin' to get out of the ghetto
    The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto)
    But I got no place to go
    The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto)
    (Trying to survive in the heart of the ghetto)
    The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto)
    Cause that's the only place that I know

    So much game in a Too $hort rap
    Blacks can't be white and whites can't be black
    Why you want to act like someone else?
    All you gotta do is just be yourself
    We're all the same color underneath
    Short Dog's in the house you'd better listen to me
    Never be ashamed of what you are
    Proud to be black stand tall at heart
    Even though some people give you no respect
    Be intelligent, when you put em in check
    Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated that way
    And when they throw you in jail you got nothing to say
    So if you don't listen it's not my fault
    I'll be getting paid while you'll be paying the cost
    Sitting in the jailhouse running your mouth
    While me and my peoples try to get out

    The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto)
    Talking bout the ghetto
    The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto)
    Funky funky ghetto
    The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto)
    (Trying to survive)
    The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto)
    (Trying to stay alive)
    The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto)
    Funky funky ghetto
    The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto)
    Got no place else to go
    The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto)
    Tryin' to stay alive
    The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto)

    Written by: Donny Edward Hathaway, Leroy Hutson, Alfred Eaton, Todd Anthony Shaw
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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