Out Of The Ghetto Lyrics - Donnie G: Don Gorilla - Sheek Louch

I'm sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar 

I'm trying to get a dollar in the ghetto 

Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder 

Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto 

Jonnie, yeah, I finally got my benjamins money back 

Shades on, sitting in my coupe is jet black 

Shorty I ask that, I drove with them thugs and them gunshots 

My mama had no choice was surrounded by crack spots 

(I love you, ma) 

... these canaries and black rocks, 

Drop tops flying on the alley way 

Him on my ride side, black and white chain on 

Africa... never giving nothing, always have to go and get it, go get it 

Bandana on my face, Yankee fit it 

So now you understand where I'm coming from 

That's why I get back, you have to respect this, respect that 

I'm down on my knees praying I tell him that 

Related 

Songs That Will Make You Cry Uncontrollably 

Love Stinks, So Here Are 15 Anti-Valentine's Day Songs 

Modern Love: The Best Top 40 Love Songs For Valentine's Day 

I'm sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar 

I'm trying to get a dollar in the ghetto 

Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder 

Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto 

Yeah, I'm a ghetto boy,. like bush with the scar face 

Speeding, you would think I'm in a car chase 

... 40 out the crack window, this is no game DS Nintendo 

I'm from the building where we live... car washes 

I'm the topic throw your apples in your Macintosh 

Where you get your feet wet at, no galoshes 

They say she gonna fire, her prognosis 

Am I wrong for wanting more money more choose? 

Am I wrong for wanting less stress less fools? 

Down on my knees, I know I ain't angel, but I'm... so let me in please 

I'm sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar 

I'm trying to get a dollar in the ghetto 

Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder 

Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto 

Photos 

Yeah, and now I throw that money at them girls in the pole 

I'm nice now so they say that I'll be bribing with soul 

But you don't know about the roaches crawling out of the bowl 

No lunch meat just butter put on a roll 

Yeah, police wanna follow in force 

They say I'm going fast cause they hear their exhaust 

Yeah, down on my knees, safety on my glock 

I'm asking God to forgive me please 

I'm sorry, my father, I was just trying to make a dollar 

I'm trying to get a dollar in the ghetto 

Sunshine is I heard of I see is nothing but murder 

Gotta make a dollar in the ghetto.