Ghetto Music - Bizarre, King Gordy, Swifty

Whoo, this is a wonderful day

The sun is shinin', it’s 85 degrees in Detroit, Michigan

The kids is outside playin' and I’m happy, I’m happy

'Cause I just came from 36 Dichan Court and I’m a free man

Now I’m a go to the store, they give me a bird lie and a fat bag of weed

Wakin' up lookin' for a bag of herbs

Smokin', drinkin', all on the curb

Christmas tree’s, leany B’s, all types of weeds

Meds, hydro even mygrill

Shit, I don’t rap for weed

Freestyles, hooks whatever you need

Come to my house, we can go to the G- Room

Take some 'shrooms and look up at the moon

Take off your shoes, relax your feet

While I roll some herb and roll them fat’s beat

Cookies and brownies, whatever you wanna eat?

'Cause you know Bizarre, he be lovin' some sweets

I smoke so much weed, my pee is green

Next week it’ll be all clean

Bizarre’s in the back, '84 'Lac

Poppin' some pills, listenin' to 'Free Want Back'

Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music

Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music

Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music

Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music

Ha, I’m from Detroit, bitch, where nothin' is splendid

I with niggas and light up trees like the month of December

I’m in the kitchen smilin', cookin' brownies, drop them off Long Island

Allow me to finish this off with a Valium

Now we isn’t go zombies gettin' in touch

And hip hop and R’n’B, laughin' at shit around me

You overstep your boundaries, I ain’t slappin' your hand,

You tryna snatch my gans, I’m in the casino slangin' Vicodine

Cloudy, what can you say a nigga that’s slick?

Old dust and Saudi Arabia and I can pro’bly

I’ll be smoky as a kettle black, if you ain’t Clinton

You inhalin' that, so I’m a force you to smoke for the hell of it

Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music

Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music

Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music

Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music

I love to see the homies cliqued up, fist up

Khakis on sag, bandanna, rags twist up

Hood pry, unified, G’s up, ride or die

Livin' by the code of the street, an eye for an eye

Graffiti on the wall, ghetto life

Homies hangin' at the pool hall out on the block shootin' dice

Every set of pushups is for my locked up comrades

And for the ones we lost durin' combat

Pourin' out Cognac on the concrete

Where the junkies sleep, little kids runnin' the street

My life is full of pain but it’s positive still

Now that I’m hip to the game, I’m harder to kill

Ghetto waterfalls comin' from the higher

Watch out for the cars, little homie

You the cars, little homie, yes, you are, little homie

We all stars, little homie

Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music

Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music

Yes, I wanna get high and listen to music

Some of that good old hip hop, straight ghetto music

Some of them old Jay Z, I’m high of bladders

Sam cook, so you know what the hell is the melt green?

I need a makeup, gimme a power that

I wanna