"Ghetto Pop Life" lyrics - DANGER MOUSE & JEMINI

[Hook:]
I've got a bullet in the clip so whatcha want?
I've got a lyric I can spit so whatcha want?
I'm giving bitches good dick so whatcha want?
Hey, hey, so whatcha want?

[Bridge:]
My Ghetto Pop Life hotter than a hot slice
I'm an urban entertainer of the hot nights
I don't wanna see no end because it's not right

I'm just a brother who never compromised his integrity
My legacy is heavenly, bury me in the hood
Never think I'm not cautious, hey
I recognise what a wrong look'll cost us
So inside I'm always nervous, but I never look worried
Come for me, gun shot flurries in a hurry
Come get me, and be where I perform, stay warm
I'm prepared for the storm and I brought the heat with me
Lord, please talk to these boys 'fore I leave they evening spoilt
Put 'em six feet up under the soil
Looking at the roots of trees, better yet leave
They bodies all out in the open so the flies can feed
And when the 'hood get dry I supply the need
Y'all faggot niggas keep it moving honey riding with me
Hey, hey, so whatcha want?

[Hook]

[Bridge]

And I never politic when I be on some cool out shit
Don't even run up on me talking 'bout some artist that you signed
'Cos I don't really give a fuck and I ain't really got the time
I'm trying to put some money in my clothes
Sean clothes, Jah clothes, first, did you come with six zeros?
Fuck y'all think?
I'm trying to put some dubs on the road
Then just slide up in the club and try to bubble some hoes
Player, the harder we grind, the further we go
I'm at the point I'm ready to commit a murder to blow
Whatever it takes, I see the nigga holding the case
Look dead in his face, hit the nigga holding the weight
Make his man take me to the crib and go in the safe
Jah done made the reservation so we ready to peel
For real, without no hesitation Nitty bustin' the steel
Hey, hey, so whatcha what?

[Hook 2x]

I'm a O.G in the flesh (true to life)
Giving birth to these young seeds (new to life)
East New York Bed-Stuy, nigga (do or die)
I was aiming for his head (it went through his eye)
Pimp nigga, Goldie, Shaft (super fly)
Mixed with a little gold cheese (from Coolie High)
Mommy, how you gonna move? (when it's just you and I)
Pardon me a second dude (you better get in line)
Confrontation time, get in line or spit a rhyme
I ain't looking for no beef but I will oblige
I'm kinda quiet but surprise I ain't really shy
Didn't mean to shock you with the real, but niggas know the deal
When I'm up in punk knockers and down in Sugar Hill
Call me Mr Foreverman
Can't say I never ran and never will
But when the shells get to flying and I don't got skill
I get ghost then I bounce
Come back and a nigga be ready to throw toast
Hey, hey, so what cha want?

[Hook 2x]