What It Ain't (Ghetto Enuff)

Now, T-L-C will challenge Goodie Mob

To a game of ghetto laser tag

When they say, "What it is"

You scream, "What it ain't", that is all

1999 yeah

TLC, the Goodie Mob

The synergy of ghetto sounds

For the Y-2-G

What you wanna do wit it? What it is and what it ain't

Either you bring it or you can't

Sometimes it gets kinda messy out there

But we get by one day at a time

I still go eat at Waffle House

After 112, when I go out

Where do you hang or do you slang

Or wear a chain or platinum rings

I still maintain my ghetto side

I keep my pride get on my ride

20 inch rims I sport a brim

Hang with my girls, go to the mall

Around the world and keep your change

The finest things will still remain so

Don't even look from across the room

You don't know enough about this world to

Ever get it on with me

Or hang out where I do

Don't even look from across the floor

You don't have rhyme enough for no tour

To come upon a girl like me

And that's not a possibility

She's a built plastic girl, I'm a big boss man

I like old model cars and big Sedans, you like two doors

Funding their clothes and Rolls

I sit on the porch sip some and pose

I like the 9 when you're humpin' hot ho's

I do sweets while you preferred the lows

Tonight I'm choose 'cause ya already chose

It's grown folk business and I'll run the floor

'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me

And you ain't hot enuff for me

And you ain't fly enuff for me

And you're too tight with your money

'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me

And you ain't hot enuff for me

And you ain't fly enuff for me

And you're too tight with your money

Shit my baby is still ghetto like hot fries, I come from lovin' niggas

And give 20/20 with his bloodshot eyes

Got turned into gold, went from two O's to thirty two lows

Which is enough to buy a Rolls ain't but nobody knows

Stay in my place, keep my diamonds out of your face

You wanna be with this player, got to play at my pace

I'm slum but I can still cum over there where you're from

If you want some bullshit you better buy you some

Don't even look from across the room

You don't know enough about this world to

Ever get it on with me

Or hang out where I do

Don't even look from across the floor

You don't have rhyme enough for no tour

To come upon a girl like me

And that's not a possibility

Shorty where your booty, shorty where your gold teeth

Shorty where your long nails, shorty where your fake hair

Shorty got the attitude all up in the news

To represent the 90's girl [Incomprehensible] oldies too

I got your back you got the front, it's time we pull it off in the woods

With the bump on them dubs ain't no scrubs don't conceal

I'm a ghetto millionaire, can you see me gettin' it clear

I'ma keep on servin' here like I'm supposed to baby

'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me

And you ain't hot enuff for me

And you ain't fly enuff for me

And you're too tight with your money

'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me

And you ain't hot enuff for me

And you ain't fly enuff for me

And you're too tight with your money

What it is, what it ain't

What it is, what it ain't

What it is, what it ain't

What? Down, don't be suffocatin' my pockets

While I'm recessitatin' these topics

Like bring your G's where your loot

You're lookin' real dumb when you get the boot

What it is my road to me

Come from some of the hardest of streets

Me custom navigate to the club

With some of the hardest of beats

What it ain't what you sleepin' with all the shit that I've been through

'Cause I'ma keep doin' all the things that I gots to do

Damn it I'll put your ass to work

Comb your nappy head 'til it hurts

Where those saints stop these are the ropes

Take your wealth up the street or you might hurt your throat

You know you're ghetto when you don't show up in court

For not payin' your child support or you too bullshit for me

You act like you're too good to eat

At Church's, Popeye's and Hartz

I shop at Walter's Bright Creek in the mall where it's steep and deep

I hang out in Bank Head, you prefer Buckhead

Your favorite color is hot pink, I love that thing

'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me

And you ain't hot enuff for me

And you ain't fly enuff for me

And you're too tight with your money

'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me

And you ain't hot enuff for me

And you ain't fly enuff for me

And you're too tight with your money

'Cause you ain't ghetto enuff for me

And you ain't hot enuff for me

And you ain't fly enuff for me

And you're too tight with your money

What it is, what it ain't

What it is, what it ain't

What it is, what it ain't

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