(Strange Voice)
LIVE!! From Evergreen Supermarket in the heart of the ghetto
It's the ghetto GAME SHOW!!!!
Where the audience helps prove wrong answers
AND, they just pick shit out of contestants
And they get real funky! Okay, okay, okay
Today we have three pit bull ass rappers competing
For a pound of weed, raid tickets, and a box of Optimo's
Here they are! Let's get this shit on the road!
Here's your forever loaded weed smokin' ass host
BUBBA BIG SACKS!!!!
(Kangol Slim)
Hello, hello, hello
And we're back live on Ghetto...
I'm your host, Bubba Big Sacks and we have today's guests
Tre-8, Kangol Slim, Mr. Cheefa
Today's question fellas
What do you do in the club when they're just not getting rowdy enough?
Hold on, hold on, Lil' E? Lil' E?
Chorus (Lil' E & Tre-8):
(Lil' E)
I get 'em rowdy, get rowdy
I get 'em rowdy, get rowdy
I get 'em rowdy, what?
(Tre-8)
I get 'em wild, they wild
I get 'em wild, they wild
I get 'em wild, they wild
They gettin' wild,wild, wild
(Lil' E)
I get 'em rowdy, get rowdy
I get 'em rowdy, get rowdy
I get 'em rowdy, what?
(Tre-8)
I get 'em wild, they wild
I get 'em wild, they wild
I get 'em wild, they wild
They gettin' wild,wild, wild
First Verse (Tre-8):
Me and my rounds we be bustin'
Bustas be runnin' and duckin'
Hoes they be cussin' and fussin'
Suckers ain't messin' with my posse
Opthimals we be bluntin'
You fools done started a lil' somethin'
Wootay that's nothin' to my rounds we came to tear the club down
T.L., sixteenth, fifteenth Terry town
Everybody that's my rounds, don't nobody mess around
We gone tear the club up like three-6 and them
We gone shut this bitch down for three weeks and shhh...,
Cuz we, came here, to represent
That whole fifteenth, to the Cris
Get blitzed, get blowed
Pimp hoes, they drove
Cuz I'm cold, now you know
Now they know, I'm on them trees
So you see it's me, the T-R-E
Sixteenth to the Fisher, that's all my killas
Sixteenth to the Fisher, that's all my killas
They all killas, get 'em rowdy
Chorus
Second Verse (Tre-8)
Where all my partners out there bustin' heads? Hanh?
Where all my ballers out there duckin' feds? What?
Where all them killas bout that drama faw? Hanh?
Where all my partners big timin' dog? Uh-wha-what?
Then that's my killas I be runnin' with
Gunnin' with, hustle somethin' with
Get on these hoes, now that's some pimpin' undercoverness
That other shh, bread and butter shh, playa undercover shh
I'ma bad, a bad, a bad mutha (records scratching)
The only rapper you know that can flow like this
The only rapper you know that get it cold in this
The only rapper you know that get it hot in this
The only rapper you know that make 'em drop in this
The only rapper you know that get it crowded in this
The only rapper you know that's really bout it in this
The only rapper you know that get 'em rowdy in this
The only rapper you know that get 'em rowdy in this
Get 'em rowdy
Chorus
Third Verse (Kangol Slim)
When me and Tre hit the club
They just show beaucoup love
Because they know that we bout it and we straight get the club rowdy
We ain't bout slappin' we cappin'
You gotta girl we gone mash it
(scratching records) on the stage we gonna throw in a rage
Cuttin' people like fades because they know that we paid
We be keepin' they heads hurtin' for those seven days
Or we don't try to creep cuz the clique too deep
We got somethin' up in that trunk to put that ass to sleep
So if you really don't wanna get put deep in a coma
Best believe you gone be a goner
Bombed like Oklahoma
City me and my committee, you know we get busy
My people standin' behind me and you might just get dizzy
People askin' "Who is he?" Cuz you layin' up on the ground
(record scratching) with the West Bank clowns
Them Gert-Town hounds
Now you found up on the ground with your ass face down
Me and my niggas back in the club, bout to get it buck
Chorus
Fourth Verse (Mr. Cheefa):
You see me comin' and you know I got that fire
You take a puff and you know you be feelin' higher
It's Mr. Cheefa with the fire cess
On me you take a test and Smith & Wesson they will kill ya
My crew be live or you don't really want no problems
My people bout it, we don't think that you would want none
We all for ruckus, we buckin' on other suckers
You can get close, but just don't touch us
Unless you wanna get your ass done
Chillin' on the cut sippin' Cris all day
Smokin' opthimals, sippin' Tanqueray
Yes indeed, inhale, exhale come and get blowed, with me
Well if you wanna come and smoke, then you must be a fiend
Bring a dime over here, you have to see me
Yes indeed, inhale, exhale, come and get blowed, with me
T-R-E, won't you come and smoke with me?
Kangol Slim won't you come and smoke with me?
Lil' E, inhale, exhale, come and get blowed, with me
Down South, we rock the most
Smoke One, we rock the most
Yes indeed, inhale, exhale, come and get blowed, with me
Third Ward, Fourth Ward come and smoke with me
Uptown, Downtown come and smoke with me
East Coast, West Coast come and smoke with me
Uptown, Midwest come and smoke with me
Yes indeed, inhale, exhale, come and get blowed, with me
