Ghetto Rock - Mos Def

Black Jack Johnson N.Y.C., R-O-C-K-I-N-G

Sun and the moon, earths, stars, and planets

Before song done y’all goin’all understand it Like — Hot

The haters can’t fuck with it

'Cause they mom and they sister and girl in love with

it (and they niggaz)

Sound man holla black COME WITH IT

Sping the record 'till the record done spinning

Up top is you getting up with it?

Dirty dirty is you getting cronk with it?

Smokey smoke from coast to coast

Be carefull our first draw be that overdose

Who stay holding it from Brooklyn?

YOU KNOW IS MOS!

Ha, Jackpot I (Sing yo) got to go for broke

Is this the only way the Smith Family now to go Right here to my youngest one is older folks

Im’ma put down like a dirty so and so Freak daddy came here to work the mojo — oh Because the — high is high and the low is low

And that goes for the sinner man to holy folks

Put your shit in the sky like I know you — oh Ha, my ghetto nation get toe to toe

Stay rocking steady steady 'cause I told you so And after y’all get it go I let it go some more

That Black Jack about something for sure) for sure

For sure for sure

Let me see you in the world making your shoulder role

And if it get good tell your nigga throw your 'bows

'Cause we are so ghetto

Yes we are rock and roll

Yes we are so ghetto

Yes we are rock and roll

Yes we are so ghetto

Yes we are rock and roll

Yes we are so ghetto

Yes we are — rock and motherfucking roll (WOOOO!)

Ha, I am a fighter and a lover

I’m the freaky baby daddy, I’m a bad motherfucker

I’m the earth, wind, fire, and the thunder

I said I am, go ask my mother

You don’t believe that shit believe what you want to Alright, OK, So, Shut-up!

Speak language come straight from the gutter

Observe the terms that we trade with one and other

Like — what’s good, what’s popping, what’s cracking

What it is, how you living, what’s happening

Work songs that the slaves sang back then

The playground chants, with little girls claping

+ (Girls chanting)

Black John Johnson N.Y.C., R-O-C-K-I-N-G

Son and the moon, earths, stars, and planets

Before the song done y’all going all understand it Black John Johnson N.Y.C., R-O-C-K-I-N-G

Son and the moon, earths stars and planets

Before the song done y’all going all understand it SPACE!

GIMME THE SPACE!

BACK UP, GIMME THE SPACE!!!

LET A NIGGA ROCK!

GIMME THE SPACE!

LET A NIGGA ROCK!

LET A NIGGA ROCK, HA!

This is the sound

Ghettos rock

This is the sound

Ghettos rock

This is the sound

Ghettos rock

This is the sound

Ghettos rock

This is the sound

Ghettos rock

This is the sound

Ghettos rock and — MOTHERFUCKING ROLLLLLLLLL!