Ghetto Manifesto Lyrics

[spoken]

You know I've been chillin'

I've been trryin' to get into this little house party

but they ain't plain' nothing that I can feel

You know what I mean

They be playin' a little something here and there

but, I don't know, I might leave

Ohhh that's what I'm talkin' about

Yeah

Who is this

This is good

I'm feelin' I'm feelin

How come you didn't play that earlier



[Boots]

I write my lyrics on parking tickets

and summons from the court

I scribbled this on an application for county suppo'

I practice this like a sport

Met Donald Trump and he froze up

Standin' on his Bentley yellin' "Pimps down hos up!"

Stop tryin' to front all

Break our ass a clump off

We goin' stop the world make all you motherfuckers jump off



This is my resume slash resignation

A ransom note with proposed legislation

A fevered ultimatum

You should take it verbatim

'Cause I got two bangin' pieces and you don't wanna date 'em



Flyin' kites for my folks at home

Who takin' tokes alone

We payin' rent on shit they don't even s'posed to own

Narratin' through my verse

Agitatin' through the curse

It's a million motherfuckers just waitin' on the first

Anticipatin' on the worst

Wanna weightin' up your purse?

Shut the jobby job down at noon and don't disperse



They wouldn't pay ya as far as they can throw you

they think your flunkin' but they don't know you

This a turf operetta played with twelve shot Barettas

By the Burger King workers who be slappin' on your lettuce

Wrote that in the back of those apartments

On coupons from agricultural departments

When we put down the X-O we can let the threats go

And start shittin' it's the ghetto manifesto



[Chorus]

That's what I'm talkin' about

Make me scream and shout

East, West, North and South

Don't turn this party out

That's what I'm talkin' about

Make me scream and shout

East, West, North and South

Don't turn this party out



They call me bird 'cause of my legs, but my ass don't sang

Got a house arrest anklet, but it don't blang blang

Got a homey with a cell, but that shit don't rang

But at lights out bars clang and souls get stang



Now what's the hustle a soundtrack, where the muscle around blacks

Make yo' thoughts heavy drop a joint and make the ground crack

Even renown hack historians have found that

The people only bound back when they pound back

So I take out a spray can and paste the pavement

Defacing gravements of the sufferin' nascent

The fouls are flagrant and death's the fragrance

I overheard 'em asking vagrants for patience



So check the liner notes, I steel my finer quotes

From d-boys tryin' to flow them Gucci's and designer boats

And party liner jokes and all kinda folks

Who kinda broke with bar twenty 'cause they feel like a miner spoke

The trees we got lifted by made our feet dangle

So when I say burn well I mean the star spangled

Let's all get high from the income angle

Bump this at the party even if it ain't the single



Here's a slum serenade with razor blades

And grenades by the nannies and the maids who be polishin' the suede

You can let the 'sess grow but let's make the sets grow

into brigades with the ghetto manifesto



[Chorus]

That's what I'm talkin' about

Make me scream and shout

East, West, North and South

Don't turn this party out

That's what I'm talkin' about

Make me scream and shout

East, West, North and South

Don't turn this party out



[Chorus]

That's what I'm talkin' about

Make me scream and shout

East, West, North and South

Don't turn this party out

That's what I'm talkin' about

Make me scream and shout

East, West, North and South

Don't turn this party out



[spoken]

I'm just chillin', I'm just chillin' baby

I'm right here, I'm ain't goin' nowhere

Hey baby what's goin' on?

I didn't even see you come in

What you doin' here?

You like this?

Yeah, that's a bad ass song, ain't it

an huh, whoo

That's some piano, That's some bad piano

Right, right

Say what now

Yeah

No they tell me it's the Coup

That's who it is, that's who is, yeah

Yeah i thought it was something else

But it's the Coup

Say waht now?

No I ain't goin' nowhere why don't you just get me a drink

Yeah

No ice



Come on now

Quit holdin' out

DJ, don't turn that off

Let it play again

Whooo

That's a good piano, I like that

funky guitar, funky guitar

Know what I mean?

You like that breakdown?

like that break down?

I'm feelin' it

Sit down on my lap

I ain't goin' to bite

Say what now

What I'm doin'

I'm just havin me a good time

Havin' me a good time, yeah