Intro - Jaheim

Yo watch out watch out watch out

Oh shit, oh

Now what you bitch ass niggas

DM

Still ice around my neck

Still (Find me in the Jets)

Still Tims, chunky black

Still (Fitted to the back)

Still just can’t seem to get away

We love it here

Still got love in the hood

Still (Smoking on the goods)

Still keeping it real

Still reppin' Divine Mill

Still just can’t seem to get away

Ooh find myself here every day

(Yo, yo, yo, yo)

Oh, I’m still ghetto

I know you still ghetto this trip

So it’s more quarter juices and chips (Yeah)

Still in the bricks with dead presi’s we flip (Oooh)

Peep this, I whips a whip

While twirling a spliff

Not to mention this a 5-speed clutch and shift

I’m still ghetto

Jah Jah’s coming through on some new swift shit (Uh)

Bet you see me in the 6 you get scandalous

Playa haters is sick, straight can’t handle this

Don’t make me whip out them hammers kid

I’m still ghetto

(So I quietly creep, how bout you)

I’m nice with my hands, swift on my feet

(True, though acapella hard, hard on beats)

I’m smooth with that thug shit, you know

(Holla back at me B)

No quarrels, straight to the back

No doo-rag, your brains is out

Throw back Julius Herbertz no doubt

(I got a 5X white tee, jeans are morays

Red Nike head band wrapped around the baldie

We still ghetto)

Ghetto, still ghetto baby