Good Ole Ghetto - Dave Hollister

Ha Ha I know yall can feel me on this one cause I’m

Talking bout the ghetto

Well, well, well, well, well Oh yeah

Feel me come go with me

I was about 13 as I recall, just a young whippersnapper

Playin' ball tryin' to hang out with the homies after dark

We use to slap box until the street lights come on and I

Can hear my mama yelling that it was time to come home but

Being young you know how hard it be was

I can clearly remember all the other kids laughing at me

Because I use to wear those hand me downs but if they can

Only see me now, and evey now and then I reminisce about it

Well baby thats life as well you know when you come

Straight from the ghetto

Hey yo, hey yo

Give me some of that, give me some of that

Good ole ghetto

Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again

Yo, hey yo

Give me some of that, give me some of that

Good ole ghetto

Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories

We ate ghetto food, we wore ghetto clothes, ended up

Being ghetto stars, driving our ghetto loads

With a diamond in the back, sunroof top, diggin in the

Scene with a gansta lean ooh

Now I can clearly remember when it was cool to do the

«Hammer» dance and everybody wore those pants but back

Then I just couldn’t afford it and every now and then

I reminisce about but its all good in the hood you know

Especially when your from the ghetto

Hey yo, hey yo

Give me some of that, give me some of that

Good ole ghetto

Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again

Yo, hey yo

Give me some of that, give me some of that

Good ole ghetto

Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Talking bout the ghetto, talking bout the ghetto

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Talking bout the ghetto, talking bout the ghetto

Hey yo, hey yo

Give me some of that, give me some of that

Good ole ghetto

Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again

Yo, hey yo

Give me some of that, give me some of that

Good ole ghetto

Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories

Ha Ha, yeah this song goes out to all my homies that

Are locked up and all my homies who are passed away

Rest In Peace.

Ha yeah, yeah from the Goodfellas Family

To you and yours.

So ghetto