Ghetto Story lyrics - Ice Cube

Just sit down, let me tell you a story

About a young man tryna find his glory (Oh no, no)

He did everything you can do in the streets to get his bag (Oh, yeah)

But if you never stop for love, life can be a slow drag (Mm)

What a drag, what a drag

More money, more problems (Problems)

Ever since we got this money, we continue squabblin'

I remember (I remember) we used to be steady mobbin'

Everybody wanna be Batman, fuck Robin (Fuck Robin)

Now when them thangs get to poppin' (Poppin')

Choppers get to choppin', loved ones get to droppin' (Get to droppin')

When them hearts get to stoppin'

Nobody cares about all the money that you clockin'

A bully on that bullshit (Bullshit)

Got a bullseye (Bullseye)

I forgot he said he on demon time (Mm)

I'm on God's time (Yeah)

This is oil and water

Your ass is with the devil, I'm with the Holy Father (Mm)

You'll probably shoot your mama (Mama)

For an extra comma over marijuana (A piranha)

Everybody say they want the bag

Yeah, I wanna get it, but not that bad

Let me tell ya this ghetto story

About a boy tryna find his glory, glory, glory

He did everything you can do in these streets to get a bag (Everything, oh yeah)

But if you don't stop for love, life can be a slow drag, slow drag

I'm tryna get cropped up without gettin' locked up

I'm tryna lay in the cut without gettin' mopped up

I'm tryna stand on my own and never get propped up (Never)

The pyroclastic flow can't get stopped up (No)

Niggas love money (Money), money love me (Me)

Please don't make me have to do you ugly

I'm tryin' not to be like a fuckin' thug be

Look at the sky, this fuckin' day is lovely

I'm tryin' not to hate ya for this little caper

Why you motherfuckers tryna pull me out my nature?

When you a Laker, everybody hates ya

Bitch niggas on the internet always tryna bait ya

And if you take the bait (Bait), they'll try to regulate

I'll bust on they ass like Warren G and Nate (Regulate)

And if you slip, they'll do you like they did Nip

Niggas from your own hoods send you on a trip

Let me tell you people my ghetto story

All about a man tryna find his road (Damn, his road, his road)

He did it all (He did it all) in these streets just to get his bag (Yeah, fuck)

But if you never stop for love, life is such a slow drag

Oh no, I can't trust 'em no more

We used to roll six-fours, I can't trust 'em no more (Oh no)

Oh no, I can't trust 'em no more

We used to run these hoes, I can't trust 'em no more (Oh no)

Oh no, I can't trust 'em no more

We used to roll six-fours, I can't trust 'em no more (Oh no)

Oh no, I can't trust 'em no more

We used to run these hoes, I can't trust 'em no more