CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Robert Ficano
Let's get it on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on (Black Mamba)
Let's get it on
Deadliest venom in the world
Yo, I don't even know why I continue to do this to y'all
F**kin' over y'all n***as, you know? (Okay, gang, get to work)
Yo
Black people, white people of my (Ghetto style)
The fried chicken, the watermelon chitlins (Ghetto style)
Them n***as in the project buildings, making a killing
But it's just redrum, you better stand to fight
You're dead if you [?] (Ghetto style)
I comе from the place most scared to comе
It's that ghetto style (Ghetto style)
The nappy hairdo, eating forbidden fruit
In Detroit like a [?] AKA Babe Ruth (Ghetto style)
It ain't playing hoops if these n***as shoot, uh
Coming straight from the [?], Detroit Pistons
Seven Mile style mine
It happened all in my lifetime
Wicked as strychnine, that's how I write rhymes
Ghetto thing, heavy metal
But this ain't Bono, [?], or [?]
Never give a b*t*h two hundred grands like Ficano
Robert Ficano, where that money, f**k I know
Yo, but that's some n***a sh*t
Even some wicket sh*t
In 2012, I'm on some better and some bigger sh*t
I spell ghetto G-H-E-T-T-O, G-E-T-O
Ghetto Geto, hello, hello
You're such a modest fellow
At the Bordello puffin' on a cigarello
Yo, but some might take my kindness for weakness
Then I freak this ghetto uniqueness
You know you love my (Ghetto style)
Yeah, Seven Mile
Been yellin' that for a while
You know it's all that (Ghetto style)
The dope fiends, broken fiends, snap ball caps
And that's my style from '91 (Ghetto style)
And it's still hella ghetto son
And that's my style since '91 (Ghetto style)
And it's still hella ghetto son
Yeah, day one (Ghetto style)
It's that ghetto style
Just like the way we rock that sh*t, n***a
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Shakin' bait
Let's get it on
Let's get it on (Black Mamba)
Let's get it on
Deadliest venom in the world
Yo, I don't even know why I continue to do this to y'all
F**kin' over y'all n***as, you know? (Okay, gang, get to work)
Yo
Black people, white people of my (Ghetto style)
The fried chicken, the watermelon chitlins (Ghetto style)
Them n***as in the project buildings, making a killing
But it's just redrum, you better stand to fight
You're dead if you [?] (Ghetto style)
I comе from the place most scared to comе
It's that ghetto style (Ghetto style)
The nappy hairdo, eating forbidden fruit
In Detroit like a [?] AKA Babe Ruth (Ghetto style)
It ain't playing hoops if these n***as shoot, uh
Coming straight from the [?], Detroit Pistons
Seven Mile style mine
It happened all in my lifetime
Wicked as strychnine, that's how I write rhymes
Ghetto thing, heavy metal
But this ain't Bono, [?], or [?]
Never give a b*t*h two hundred grands like Ficano
Robert Ficano, where that money, f**k I know
Yo, but that's some n***a sh*t
Even some wicket sh*t
In 2012, I'm on some better and some bigger sh*t
I spell ghetto G-H-E-T-T-O, G-E-T-O
Ghetto Geto, hello, hello
You're such a modest fellow
At the Bordello puffin' on a cigarello
Yo, but some might take my kindness for weakness
Then I freak this ghetto uniqueness
You know you love my (Ghetto style)
Yeah, Seven Mile
Been yellin' that for a while
You know it's all that (Ghetto style)
The dope fiends, broken fiends, snap ball caps
And that's my style from '91 (Ghetto style)
And it's still hella ghetto son
And that's my style since '91 (Ghetto style)
And it's still hella ghetto son
Yeah, day one (Ghetto style)
It's that ghetto style
Just like the way we rock that sh*t, n***a
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Shakin' bait
