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From hood to hood, they see what's hood and know who I beI got the Yankee leanin' just sittin' over to browse
And the G four is just gettin' over the clouds
You can't tell me that I ain't, what's up right now
I got a bottle of Tequila upside down
There's some chicks wit boyfriends that are up tight now
'Cause they know the big dog had a pups like wow
I'm stuck in my city ways
Headin' overseas wit a zip of New York City's haze
You rats can keep runnin' through your city's maze
Until you get sprayed with the pesticide
I know you in that hole, you best to hide
Like the rest who tried, who went and testified
Of course your girl wanna slide over and be rubbed
And don't mind taking rides over the G dubs
I ride Rovers on Spre dubs
Please don't be another dude who died over a ski dub, chillFrom hood to hood, they see what's hood and know who I be
From block to block, they see it, not can't know who I be
From state to state, they cannot hate, they know who I be

From the east to west, through the Midwest and down south it's ghetto!
It's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto!I get it jumpin' like a lo lo six four
And bet they hop on it like a pogo stick pro
I'm chillin' wit these go go chicks though
That do the kinda things that belong in a porno flick yo
You know it's him and the gang
Wit the bling worked on, that remind you of lemon meringue
But remember the thangs, ain't too far
And y'all wanna hear 'em go bang, bang, bang
Like John Witherspoon, I'm watchin' 'em closely
I know the snakes goin' slither soon
The two toned Maybach's gettin' delivered soon
The back feels like sittin' in the livin' room
I'm so hard bodied like the suit on Batman
It's that man that back to back plat' scan
I'm back for the third time, I make words rhyme for a livin'
You probably heard I'm still ghetto, nigga!From hood to hood, they see what's hood and know who I be
From block to block, they see it, not can't know who I be
From state to state, they cannot hate, they know who I be
From the east to west, through the Midwest and down south it's ghetto!
It's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto!They tried to put two nines on me, just like Gretzky
But my lawyer saw through it just like wet tees
I smoked till my eyes look just like Jet Li's
On islands where the water's blue just like Pepsi
Yeah, the trigger just might get squeezed
And the slugs will skip over your waves, just like jet skis
Hoes know ghetto from New York, call 'em the Fresh Prince
And throw rose petals when I walk
They love how I came back hard like good blow
And I'm still a heart throb to a hood hoe
That's what hood though, yes, I would know
That's 'cause I'm in the streets like manhole covers
Rims look like blades when a fan blow brother
I'm waitin' on a storm to land, roast others
The man no other, 'cause I been in it
My time is money, y'all couldn't buy ten minutes
I'm gon' catch up!From hood to hood, they see what's hood and know who I be
From block to block, they see it, not can't know who I be
From state to state, they cannot hate, they know who I be
From the east to west, through the Midwest and down south it's ghetto!
It's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto! It's ghetto!

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From their early singles for Concrete Records to their genre defying ‘Worshiping the Doller’ lp, the Dub Pistols have always added a much needed Rock n Roll swagger to the UK’s dance scene. Chewing up hip-hop, dub, techno, ska & punk & spitting them out in a renegade futuristic skank they have consistently defied genres & exceeded the highest of expectations. One of the most rock & roll acts out there, Barry Ashworth’s merry band of reprobates — the unstoppable Dub Pistols — are staying true to form with their sixth long-player.

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