What It Ain't (Ghetto Enuff) feat. TLC

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Now TLC will challenge Goodie Mob To a game of ghetto laser tag When they say 'What it is' You scream 'What it ain't' 1999 (Yeah) TLC, M-O-B (And Goodie Mob) The synergy of ghetto sounds for the Y-2-G (What'cha wanna do with it?) What it is, what it ain't (What?) Either you bring it (We gon' bring it) Or you can't Sometimes it gets kind of messy out there (Sometimes) But we get by (Well what'cha wanna do with it) One day at a time Stuck on me at waffle house After 1:12, when I go out Where do you hang? Or do you slang? Or wear a chain? Wear platinum rings? I still maintain my ghetto siren Keep my pride Get in my ride Twenty-inch rims I sport a brim And when my girls Go to the mall Around the world And keep the change The finest things We still remain so, ooh You 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 You don't even look from across the floor You don't have game enough any more Come up on a girl like me And that's not a possibility, 'cause You big plastic girl, I'mma big boss man I like old model cars and big sedans You like two doors, frontin' their clothes and Rolls Or sit on the porch sip something real cold I like the nine when you up and not O's I do suits while you prefer the lows Tonight I'mma choose 'cause you already chose Grown for the business and I run to flow 'Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me And you ain't hot enough for me And you ain't fly enough for me And you're too tight with your money 'Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me And you ain't hot enough for me And you ain't fly enough for me And you're too tight with your money Check it baby So ghetto like hot fries I come from Melvin and resemble Twenty-twenty with his blood shot eyes, got 32 loads Went from two O's to 32 loads Which is enough to buy a Rolls But nobody knows, stay in my place Keep my diamonds out of your face You wanna be with this player You got play at my pace I'm slow but I can still come over there from where you're from If you want some bullshit you better buy you some You 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 You don't even look from across the floor You don't have game enough any more Come up on a girl like me And that's not a possibility, 'cause Shorty, with your booty showin' Shorty, with your gold teeth Shorty, with your long nails Shorty, with your fake hair Shorty, got the attitude all up in the news To represent the Nineties girl Doing it oh I need to I got the back you got the front That's how we do up in the woods With the bump on the log, ain't no scrubs over here I'mma ghetto millionaire, can you see me in the clear? I'mma keep on serving 'em like I'm supposed to, baby 'Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me And you ain't hot enough for me And you ain't fly enough for me And you're too tight with your money 'Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me And you ain't hot enough for me And you ain't fly enough 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 it is (What it ain't) What it is (What it ain't) What it is (What it ain't) What it is (What it ain't) What it is (What it ain't) Uh-huh, yeah, what? Don't be suffocating my pockets While I'm recitating these topics Like where your g's, where your loot? And you lookin' real dumb when you get the boot What it is? My road to me come from some of the hardest of streets We custom navigate to the club With some of the hardest of beats What it ain't Is you sleeping with all the shit I've been through? Cause I'mma keep doing all the things that I gots to do (I'm ghetto) Uh dammit I'll put your ass to work (I'm ghetto) Comb your nappy hair till it hurts Oh what I'm saying Stop using the rope take 'em real off these streets Or you might hurt your throat You know you ghetto When you don't show up at court For not paying your child support Are you too bossier for me? You act like you too good to eat At Church's, Popeye's, and Arby's I shop at Walter's Bright Creek In a mall with Steve and Deke I hang out at Bankhead You prefer Buckhead Your favorite color is hot pink I love that gangsta red 'Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me And you ain't hot enough for me And you ain't fly enough for me And you're too tight with your money 'Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me And you ain't hot enough for me And you ain't fly enough for me And you're too tight with your money 'Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me And you ain't hot enough for me And you ain't fly enough for me And you're too tight with your money 'Cause you ain't ghetto enough for me And you ain't hot enough for me And you ain't fly enough 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 it is (What it ain't) What it is (What it ain't) What it is (What it ain't) What it is (What it ain't) We'll stop here Yeah, I lost one