TOO $HORT – MONEY IN THE GHETTO

Lyrics

Talking bout the ghetto...funky funky ghetto
Trying to survive, trying to stay alive
Chorus:
The ghetto
The ghetto
(Talking bout the ghetto)
The ghetto
The ghetto
(Funk funky ghetto)
Even though the streets are bumpy, lights burned out
Dope fiends die with a pipe in their mouths
Old school buddies not doing it right
Every day it's the same
And it's the same every night
I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd shoot that fool
If he played me close and tried to test my cool
Every day I wonder just how I'll die
Only thing I know is how to survive
There's only one rule in the real world
And that's to take care of you, only you and yours
Keep dealing with the hard times day after day
Might deal me some dope but then crime don't pay
Black man tried to break into my house again
Thought he got off early doing time in the pen
Even though my brothers do me just like that
I get a lot of love so I'm giving it back to the...
Chorus
So just peep the game and don't call it crap
Cause to me, life is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked crack cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing changed
600 million on a footbal team
And her baby dies just like a dope fiend
The story I tell is so incomplete
Five kids in the house and no food to eat
Don't look at me and don't ask me why
Mama's next door getting high
Even though she's got five mouths to feed
She's rather spend her money on a H-I-T
I always tell the truth about things like this
I wonder if the mayor overlooked that list
Instead of adding to the task force send some help
Waiting on him I'd better help myself
Housing Authority and the O.P.D.
All these guns just to handle me in the...
Chorus
Even though they put us down and call us animals
We make real big banks and buy brand new clothes
Drive fancy cars, make love to stars
Never really saying just who we are
We use alias names like TOO $HORT
Sell you stuff you might kill for
Young kids grow up and that's all they know
Didn't teach him in school now he's slangin dope
Only thing he knows is how to survive
But will he kill another brother before he dies?
In the ghetto, you keep one eye open
All day long, just hoping and hoping
You can pay your bills and not drink too much
Then the problems of life you'll be throwing up
Like me, but you don't see
Ten years from now, where will you be?
Chorus
So much game in a Too $hort rap
Blacks can't be white and whites can't be black
Why you wanna act like someone else?
All you gotta do is just be yourself
We're all the same color underneath
Short Dog's in the house you'd better listen to me
Never be ashamed of what you are
Proud to be black stand tall at heart
Even though some people give you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put em in check
Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated that way
And when they throw you in jail you got nothing to say
So if you don't listen it's not my fault
I'll be getting paid while you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse running your mouth
While me and my peoples try to get out
Chorus

Paroles (Traduction)

Parler du ghetto... ghetto funky funky
Essayer de survivre, essayer de rester en vie
Refrain :
Le ghetto
Le ghetto
(Parler du ghetto)
Le ghetto
Le ghetto
(Ghetto funky funky)
Même si les rues sont cahoteuses, les lumières éteintes
Les drogués meurent avec une pipe dans la bouche
Les vieux copains d'école ne font pas les bonnes choses
Chaque jour c'est pareil
Et c'est pareil chaque nuit
Je ne te tirerais pas dessus frère mais je tirerais sur ce fou
S'il se rapprochait de moi et essayait de tester mon calme
Chaque jour je me demande comment je vais mourir
La seule chose que je sais, c'est comment survivre
Il n'y a qu'une règle dans le monde réel
Et c'est de prendre soin de toi, seulement de toi et des tiens
Continuer à affronter les temps durs jour après jour
Je pourrais dealer de la drogue mais le crime ne paie pas
Un homme noir a essayé de cambrioler à nouveau ma maison
Il pensait s'en être sorti en faisant de la prison
Même si mes frères me traitent comme ça
Je reçois beaucoup d'amour alors je le rends aux...
Refrain
Alors regarde juste le jeu et ne l'appelle pas de la merde
Car pour moi, la vie est un rap difficile
Même si ma sœur fumait du crack
Elle était enceinte de neuf mois, rien n'a changé
600 millions pour une équipe de football
Et son bébé meurt comme un drogué
L'histoire que je raconte est si incomplète
Cinq enfants à la maison et pas de nourriture à manger
Ne me regarde pas et ne me demande pas pourquoi
Maman est à côté en train de se droguer
Même si elle a cinq bouches à nourrir
Elle préfère dépenser son argent pour un shoot
Je dis toujours la vérité sur des choses comme ça
Je me demande si le maire a négligé cette liste
Au lieu d'ajouter à la force de l'ord

Thématique Argent

Style Rap

Keywords Argent, Ghetto

Entités normées Run DMC, Too $hort