Ghetto Celebrity

By E-40
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Ghetto Celebrity

Charlie Hustle: The Blueprint Of A Self-made Millionaire

[e-40]
Ghetto celebriteeeeeee... ooooh
(you ain't heard shit, you ain't did shit
'til you got yo' wig split)
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
{nobody.. nobody}

From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
(you ain't did shit, you ain't heard shit
'til you got yo' wig split)
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
{nobody.. nobody}

Ahhh (ahhhh)
I got straight thrick-fifty-fifty-seven, reasons
That are criminals, thugs, hoodlums, heathens
Smoke wet, daddies, sherm, high
Bloop bloop dip dip water water fry
Crack, cocaine yola, bloody sheets
They brought it in on a plane, & i put it on my streets
1300 block, magazine
40 in the kitchen cookin, ice cream
Zippers, zones, her-on & hubba rocks
Gotta little kids to the front yard runnin around distractin the cops
Skirts, breezies felines, hootchies shorties
Playaz pimpin, gettin blunted & drankin forties
Chevies cougars, firebirds, ?? & fairlanes
Monte carlos, mavericks, novas & ford mustangs
Bout them dollars (bout them dollars)
Sittin on twinkies (sittin on twinkies)
Need a half a key? need to come see me, mr. local celebrity

Chorus: suga t each 3rd line in ()

From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
[from a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the word]
{nobody.. nobody} (mmmmmmm, ghetto celebrity!)
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
[from a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the word]
{nobody.. nobody} (ghetto celebrity)
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
[from a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the word]
{nobody.. nobody} (mmmmmmm, ghetto celebrity!)
From a nobody nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
[from a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the word]
{nobody.. nobody} (ghetto celebrity)

[e-40]
Beotch! fo' a.m., tryin to make some bank
With a bulletproof apron, cookin the crank
In apartment letter c, building number three
Where ery'body & their grandma be
But everybody know me though, we folks
Busted the man they seen us in vogues
Ain't no, snitch codes
Just pimps & playaz, hookers & hoes
Only problem that we haaaaave, is with the man
Cause a couple of my sigourney went up in one of my, methamphetamine labs
Double-oh-g shit, we rides, hardtops & trucks
Empty the clip dere, high speeds, dumpin on the cops
It's mad dope like the grinch, who did what? who stole christmas
Attitude over there by the fence butt-naked
Toe-tagged him, that's how they found yo' dirt
Damn, uh-ohh, shit, hold him up
The homey from the block just got busted for robbin an armed truck
Assed out, to' up, stupid stuck
Without a doubt, shit out of luck (shit out of luck)
I ain't no fictionary rhymer, fool i'm a timah
Ever since i came out of my, momma's vagina

Chorus

[e-40]
Been smokin tweed since nine, but i got too used to her
Now i be powderin my nose, with some of that there sugar booka
My g's tell me i'm out of line but my head is all i can see
I know some timahs that been snortin for years, & they still sharpest
Dude you know the game let me explain you can take some notes (notes)
I never hung around kids, just grown folks
When it's a drought in the town, we sell bomb
And let our boys drive our cars to the prom
Vipers, bentleys, jaguars, drop-top mercedes
Porsches, lincolns ferraris volvo s-80's
Stretchers, choppers, heat mizers & m-16's
Sk's, sawed off shotguns, ar-15's
Ak's, fresh out the box, the choo choo train (the choo choo train)
Po-po, left it unlocked, now that's some game!
You know, that i know, that you know who i be
Need a half a key, nigga come see me, mr. local celebrity, uhhh

[suga t]
Never forget a big timah.. ghetto celebrity
Don't forget me when you.. ghetto celebrity
Hustlin, money.. ghetto celebrity
Do what you gotta do.. ghetto celebrity

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