Text: Kardinal Offishall. You're Ghetto When.

b: hey, sup girl?
g: what's with this dress shirt and jogger pants?
b: ............

Yo, you know you're ghetto when the money that you got
is a whole lotta ones stacked up to make a knot
You know you're ghetto when you thinkin you're a star
and you waiting in line at the back for drinks at the bar
You know you're ghetto when you think you're number one
with the flow & you shoutin out ya self on the radio
You know you ghetto when the Polo that you rock
says Fruit of the Loom on the label & on the top, nigga
You know you ghetto when you're stuck inside of jail &
the Jordans on ya feet cost more than ya bail
You know you're ghetto when you're going on the creep
& ya girl gotta wait for her children to fall asleep
You know you ghetto when you think you represent
but then niggaz on ya block ain't spendin a red cent
ain't tryin ta buy ya album (nigga hell no)
If you dubbin this right now instead of buyin the single
(you're ghetto)

[hook]
Ghetto's what ya are when you think you a star
flossin on the street in the rental car (you're ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when you think that you're nice
but the opposite don't look twice
You're G- to the H- to the E- to the T-T-O
You're G- to the H- to the E- to the T-T-0, you're ghetto.

You know you're ghetto when ya boys push crack
& you're buying crack from them so you can go smoke out back
You know you're ghetto when your mom's part of ya crew
& ya grandmoms is only 5 year older than you
You know you're ghetto when I don't know who you are
but nigga I know ya name cause I could read it on ya chain
You know you're ghetto when you're singin along
an you can relate to the rhyme that I'm spittin in this song
You know you're ghetto when you're best clothes are ya dress clothes an ya dress clothes is blue jeans & shiny slippers, know'mean?
You know you're ghetto when you're askin for some cigarettes
cause you can't afford hash to mix with that weed in ya stash
You know you're ghetto when you're tryin ta get ya flirt on
and that cock blockin niggas got the same damn shirt on!
You know you're ghetto when own two cars
an need ten from me to buy drinks at the bar
you're ghetto!

[hook]
Ghetto's what ya are when you think that you fly
but the homegirls walk right by (you're ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when you think you got clout
buy ya hair weave keeps fallin out (you're ghetto)
You're G- to the H- to the E- to the T-T-O
You're G- to the H- to the E- to the T-T-0 (you're ghetto)

You know you're ghetto when you bring home ya boys
& ya moms lookin at ya crew like they sex toys
You know you're ghetto when you're brothas paid from jugglin
an ya drivin his Beamer talkin 'bout "nigga we strugglin"
You know you're ghetto when you sittin down in class
& a cockroack went & crawled out ya book bag
You know you're ghetto when you try & sould like Lil Kim
and you went up sounding like Fox & thought wait a minute that's the same thing!
You know you're ghetto when rappin's part of ya dream
but you can't stay out past 1 cause ya mom runs ya street team
You know you're ghetto when you're savin to buy a Ki'
butcha grandpops is still on the corner pushin that weed
You know you're ghetto when you know you're not Jamaican
butcha clothes say Tommy Illfiga, nigga you fakin