In the Ghetto Songtext
von E-40 feat. The Jacka & Rankin Scroo

Ohh, I
Ti-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-na
Now well den den den den
Yea yea yea yea
Ranking Strue alongside E-40 again, friend

All me hear is blam blam blam inna the ghettio
Ditching, ducking, dodging inna the ghettio
Pure sufferation inna the ghettio
And you know why?
Pimps, pushers, pure prostitutes inna the ghettio
Liquor store pon every corner in the ghettio
Can find drugs everywhere inna the ghettio
And you know why?
Ohh, well den


G-H-E-T-T-O
Piss-stained mattress on the floor
Sub-stations and liquor stores
Get out of pocket, get beat and raw
Every fucking day is a funeral
A kid′ll shoot you and tag your toe
No A/C, just windows and fans
Section 8, W.I.C. programs
Juvenile Hall, Youth Authority
Task Force, Housing Authority
Hoodies, beanie caps and pea coats
Niggas with scratch that sell dope
Soul food spots, barber shops
Old school Chevys, big blocks
Luxury scrapes, dreadlocks and tape
Bald heads, French braids and perms
The bootleg man with DVD burns
Quality shit, no returns
Gift cards? Green dot cards
MoneyGrams? WalMarts
Confidential informants, C.I.'s
Wire-taps, F.B.I.′s
White splats, all type of lies
Dollar Beverly Hills Housewives
I'm looking for a hand-out, trying to get a way out
Looking for a money route, trying to get some pay out
In the beef like a steakhouse, pistol with my K out
Suckers better stay out, 'fore they get laid out
The Salvation Army and Goodwill
Swap meets, flea markets and rummage sales

All me hear is blam blam blam inna the ghettio
Ditching, ducking, dodging inna the ghettio
Pure sufferation inna the ghettio
And you know why?
Pimps, pushers, pure prostitutes inna the ghettio
Liquor store pon every corner in the ghettio
Can find drugs everywhere inna the ghettio
And you know why?
Ohh, well den


Miss Mary and her grandson
Lives down inna the ghetto area
In the hood where we come from
We sell ganja just fi take care of her
Uh, the soon change the coke running
In love with the game and the pain that comes from it
In love with the chains, the fame and cold summers
Your friends turn lame, they change and try gunning
Put the pistol to your brain right before your mother′s eyes
Stupid for your safe, right before your brother tries
It′s real out here, you suckers can't describe
Fifty kicks right before they circumcise
The Soviet snap-back
I′m in a war nigga, where Babylon clap blacks
Kick down the door, nigga, killer ain't body strapped
Charged us with boy nigga, but we ain′t selling crack

All me hear is blam blam blam inna the ghettio
Ditching, ducking, dodging inna the ghettio
Pure sufferation inna the ghettio
And you know why?
Pimps, pushers, pure prostitutes inna the ghettio
Liquor store pon every corner in the ghettio
Can find drugs everywhere inna the ghettio
And you know why?
Ohh, well den

Pentecostal and Baptist churches
Flowers and funeral service
Black suits and hearses
Out here it's scandalous and merciless
Ankle monitors, push coke
Felonies, can′t vote
Crack cocaine, dope
Recon swivel, coke
How did it get here? We broke
We don't own no trains, planes or boats
They got me on the run with me hundred drum
And I don't know where my next meal is coming from
My ancestors died, they hung ′em and burnt ′em alive
Genetically scarred, rebellion all of my life
Drinking my troubles away, trying to erase my stress
Coughing and choking and smoking and beating on my chest
Reading the Bible, asking my idol to protect me from my rival
Plus my broad pregnant, man, she missed her menstrual cycle
It's ugly out here, it′s an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
It's grimy out here, they′ll slide by and try to catch you loose

All me hear is blam blam blam inna the ghettio
Ditching, ducking, dodging inna the ghettio
Pure sufferation inna the ghettio
And you know why?
Pimps, pushers, pure prostitutes inna the ghettio
Liquor store pon every corner in the ghettio
Can find drugs everywhere inna the ghettio
And you know why?
Ohh, den den den den den den

The ghetto man a hustle and a use him muscle
Sooner or later, something a go get shuffle
End up missing, now him haffi take up the heater
Yes we shine and glisten, blam blam blam
You no hear it a whistle, that sounds scary
No dibby-dibby, the ghetto no fi query
Or else somebody gwan end up buried
And you know why?

All me hear is blam blam blam inna the ghettio
Ditching, ducking, dodging inna the ghettio
Pure sufferation inna the ghettio
And you know why?
Pimps, pushers, pure prostitutes inna the ghettio
Liquor store pon every corner in the ghettio
Can find drugs everywhere inna the ghettio
And you know why?
Ohh, well den