I'm living the ghetto life and ain't gon' change
No matter the money, no matter the fame
I'ma still ride old schools and paint that course
Jeez, talkin' on mobiles with the CHIPs
Group-led cable hooked up by Doreen
Now tell me the ghetto ain't a beautiful thing
They all around the world and we all the same
The only thing is different names of slang
Yeah, dolla, I'll be drivin' hella drunk
With about two warrants, nigga rollin' in the bucket
With no insurance, make major wages
Take costly bets, get my clothes from the hoes
With the faulty checks, I said head, shoulders, knees and toes
Break bread with soldiers, G's and hoes
Real cool, street smart, with scandalous ways
I shoot the pool like a shark, so gamblin' pays, oh boy
Talkin' about ghetto life
We just hangin' out, snackin' chips, on the lot, gettin' rich
Talkin' about ghetto life
Talkin' about ghetto life, that's the way
We got to live the way today
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot it up in the ghetto
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot it up in the ghetto
Oh, get up and bang, gots to give it up and bang
We just hangin' on it, wait a minute, now come, come
Duh, gotta let them know where I come from
Dragin' the ass, puttin' the ice with cash
Dig a league of rays in a stereotypical typecast
A self-made billionaire, with a gang of jangles and street carols
Look, I live for the gals
Straight out the land of the scanners
Empty bag, G's, colored balloons and syringes
Laid out in the eyes of the public
Some contribute, some say * it
No matter what, it's together and I'ma always love it
We together through it all, from the rise and the fall
And I'm gon' always stand tall, hope my homeboys fall
We seen it all through the eyes of a beholder
This is what we all call homeboying, and I'ma always love it
This is what we all call home, plus it breeds young soldiers
Talkin' about ghetto life
We just hangin' out, snackin' chips
Holdin' up, gettin' rich
Talkin' about ghetto life
Talkin' about ghetto life
That's the way, we got to get, we got to get
24-7, the show, we OG
Baby, follow me through the city of the P
Spinnin' on D's, sportin' Benny D's
Pagin' little V, heatin' them streets
Kangarooin' in my six-fold brush
What up, what up, what up

What up, dog, what up, what up
Bounce to the left, and bounce to the right
I need a freak to ride on my side
I need a freak to love me all night
Glide, slide, stroke
OG rollin' with the slow wind
Bumpin' that green, swoopin' low on the boulevard
Gold candy flakes, I got the fattest call
It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky
Hittin' on the switch, the Chevy's jumpin'
Just climbin' on the avenue, pickin' up on freaks
It's all like that when you a baby OG
Baby OG's know how to party
Baby OG's know how to party
In the city, we gettin' down
In the city, we gettin' down, down, down
Hangin' at a club, goin' out kamikaze style
Got the cua de cologne and the pimp smile
Slow pain, money man, funky as a wannabe
Lockin' in this club that I wanna take home with me
Baby, dog, what's happenin'? Poppin' goin' on
Let's get it on, float on and on
Back in the hood, trippin' with the homies
Five old-timers and three baby G's
Layin' back in the cut, in the mix
Audi 5096
Bommin' on my low, ride a bike, schwitz
I'm a player in the game and I'm in it to win
Slow, sleepy, straight, hookin' it up
With these two fine freaks and we gettin' much love
Somethin' like the agony to ecstasy
Standin' next to me when you a baby OG, fool
Baby OG's know how to party
Baby OG's know how to party
In the city, we gettin' down
In the city, we gettin' down
California knows how to party
California knows how to party
In the city of LA
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city, city of Compton
They'll pop rock, woo!
. . .
Pop rockin' in Rolls Royce, Cadillacs
Lincoln and Mercedes Benz
Pop rockin' in Howard Johnson's Sheraton
Pop rockin' at the Holiday Inn
Pop rockin' in Hollywood, it's understood
By listening to the Mac
Pop rockin' on Broadway, every day
To the preacher's rave
So rough, so tough out here, baby
So rough, so tough out here
California knows how to party
. . .
California knows how to party
In the city of LA
In the city of good ol' Watts
In the city, city of Compton
They'll pop rocking
. . .

Dance, dress, disco stars
It's all on the West Coast
Living good and playing hard
Whose in that !?
. . .
And you won't be dreaming
That's what it's all about
So rough, so tough, out of here, baby
So rough, so tough, out of here, baby
So rough, so tough, out of here, baby
So rough, so tough, out of here
Let's jam, let's jam with your ass
Do it, let's jam, let's jam with your ass
Do it, let's jam, let's jam with your ass
Do it, let's jam, let's jam with your ass
Good cuz gang bangers and it's still the flip and dope swingers
You gotta have knowledge in this world
You might get your purse snagged before your eyes roll
You're doing your job every day
But then you work so hard till your hair turn gray
Well let me tell you everybody, that's the way it stands
You gotta have enough, but gonna stay on land
Money will take your money
You gotta be strong now and fight crime
People screaming every day that it ain't no job
On the street night and day making daily rhymes
I remember the days of my way
People didn't even know what dope pay
People in this world don't know what to do
It seems like magic, also voodoo
Let's jam, let's jam with your ass
Do it, let's jam, let's jam with your ass
Do it, let's jam
Let's jam, let's jam with your ass
Yeah
Let's jam
Outta work, out of play, all hustle and trouble
May I say it's a lie cuz it's Jeff and D-Devil
Who's calling the shots? What rights have I got?
Why must I always be put on the spot?
Must I keep it low pro so I won't be mad?

It's hard to find a job in this dangin' age
Trouble on the street just can't be beat
It's hard to compete with the thugs in the heat
Cause blood, gang bangers
And it's all the bits and dope swingers
You got to have knowledge in this world
You might get your purse knocked before your eyes roll
You're doing your job every day
And then you work so hard for your heritage
But let me tell you everybody, that's the way you stand
You got to have a knife or gun to stay on land
We will, we will rock you
We will, we will rock you
We will rock you
Let's jam, let's jam baby
Let's jam, let's jam baby
Let's jam, let's jam baby
Let's jam, let's jam baby
Let's jam, let's jam baby
Let's jam, let's jam baby
Let's jam, let's jam baby
Let's jam, let's jam baby

Let's jam, let's jam baby

We will, we will, we will rock you
We will, we will rock you
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Let's jam we will rock you

Bye.