Ghetto Spirit lyrics

[Intro: Gwen Stefani & Mike Dimes]
Be sweet (Be sweet)
I know I've been a real bad girl (I'll try to change)
I didn't mean for you to get hurt (Whatsoever)
We can make it better
And tell me, boy, now, wouldn't that be sweet? (Hey, JUSTXROLO)
Ayy, yuh

[Verse 1: Mike Dimes]
Pour me some Tech
I get turnt, she give me some sex
My di*k hurt from f*ckin' these b*tches, my di*k ain't berserk
You bumpin' Mike Deezy, then turn me up, sir
This real n*gga spirit, I'm feelin' like Kirk
And I'm hittin' her angles, she callin' me Kirk
I won't talk to these n*ggas if it ain't 'bout work
I gеt hate from these n*ggas, thеy still gonna lurk
Poppin', sippin' on Lipton, my b*tch bougie, London Tipton
Came from the bottom where nobody helped
They be showing' they hands like a n*gga get [?]
I'm swervin' in lanes, I'm tryna change
My momma know Mike is a prophecy
This b*tch givin' brain, the answer the same
"Lil' baby, you never can rock with me"
I'm triple C'd up, yuh
I need her to give Mikey D some McLovin' and sign prenups
Nah, give me the ring, we only in here the f*ckin'
We only in here the function, we only in here to start somethin'
All of these n*ggas be checkin' catalog like I'm not known to make speakers start thumpin'
I don't like these n*ggas for nothin', I just be chillin' with Camp
And I don't trust b*tches for nothin'
I'm still tryna f*ck so come sit on this lap
And I don't need to act like I be in the trap
I get money and b*tches so why would I cap?
I don't do it for this and do it for that
I just do what I do and put it into rap
[Chorus: Mike Dimes]
Ayy, styrofoam, I got clientele
What I sell? Microphones, b*tch, I'm fly as hell
Can't you tell? Hot, hot, b*tch, I'm the man, b*tch, I'm the man
I got guap, guap, Benji' the man, Benji' the mans, gang

[Verse 2: Mike Dimes]
Ayy, two Gs on my feet, what about two Gs in broccoli?
I drop that sh*t with quality, Mike Dimes up next, that's obviously
These n*ggas flow so sloppily, Mike Dimes run beats so properly
Run laps on rappers, take they sh*t, move in they house, Monopoly
These n*ggas ain't got no property but got that chain, they mockeries, yeah
I been on gang for a minute and I can't name nobody really exquisite, uh
But I got that sh*t that be different
'Cause I rap about what I'm livin'
I hope that y'all really get it, please never look up to these children

[Chorus: Mike Dimes]
Ayy, styrofoam, I got clientele
What I sell? Microphones, b*tch, I'm fly as hell
Can't you tell? Hot, hot, b*tch, I'm the man, b*tch, I'm the man
I got guap, guap, Benji' the man, Benji' the mans, gang