Ghetto Smile (feat. Daryl Hall)

A young hog in the hood playin' chase

Smile on his face, havin' fun 'cause it ain't nothing like this place

And you don't wanna race, fool, I got the new Ones on

And we can run from the corner to the Newman's home

And after that we gon' go and raid the plum tree

And stickball down there where them bums be

Moms got the door open, bumpin' Marvin Gaye

Let's get it on, all day, every day

At night I pray, Lord, just let me make it

And if I day before I wake, then my soul, You take it

Never fake it, my older brother taught me game

And sometimes, even let the young soldier hang

And as a loc', my only duty was to soak

And pass it on to my comrades and closest folks

All friends , I knew about it as a child

I stood proud, have you ever seen a ghetto smile?

In the ghetto there's a smile roamin' through the streets

Why don't my homies smile for me? Hey-ay (Ghetto)

In the ghetto there's a smile roamin' through the streets

Why don't my homies smile for me? Me (Ghetto)

I'm at the junior high, actin' bad at the dance

The slow jam got me with a woody in my pants

And baby with me? Her mama used to babysit me

And back then she was just plain old Britney

But nowadays it seems like she done grown

Jeans fittin' and her perm got hella long

Would I be wrong if I whisper and take her down?

And maybe play house-sitter with her like Tha Pound?

It's goin' down about now in the Northern Bay

The OG's put it down and make they pay

Flip a '68 'Stang with the blew-out braids

The only homie in the hood ridin' on things

And as I peep it, things have got a little deeper

And everybody and they mama done bought a beeper

And then they post on the late, gettin' loose and wild

You know the scene, it's the ghetto smile

In the ghetto there's a smile roamin' through the streets

Why don't the homies smile for me? Hey-ay (Ghetto)

In the ghetto there's a smile roamin' through the streets

Why don't my homies smile for me? Me (Ghetto)

At eighteen I graduated and now I'm grown

About time for the dog to get his own bone

I left home, got a condo out in Quail Ridge

And like a king is how this young player live

Swimmin' parties in the pool with my dope to roll

Wasn't trippin' off of nothin, we was all folks

Hillside in the house and we gettin' perved

Freestylin', gettin' on my neighbors' nerve

I love the hood so every day I'm back to visit

And swoop the young, so they can come through and kick it

And peep the game just as I did as a kid

And watch the savage get his cabbage and place his bid

And even though we tight we still remain, game tight

Handle business and always open for forgiveness

It ain't nothing like a homie you ain't seen in a while

So when you meet him, greet him with that ghetto smile

In the ghetto there's a smile roamin' through the streets

Why don't the homies smile for me? Hey-ay (Ghetto)

(Talk about that ghetto smile)

In the ghetto there's a smile, oh

(Keep your mean-mug on, boy, yeah)

All the homies smile for me (Ghetto)

(Don't never let 'em see that other side, it's the ghetto smile)

There's a ghetto in the sky, ghetto in the sky

(B-Legit along with Daryl Hall)

Why don't my homies smile for me? (Ghetto)

(We're doin' this for the '96, 7, and it don't stop, boy)

A ghetto smile, a ghetto smile (Yeah)

Homies smile for me (Ghetto)