A young hog in the hood playin' chase      Smile on his face      Havin' fun ''cause it ain't nothin' like this place      And you don't wanna race      Fool I got the new ones on      And we can run from the corner to the newman's home      And after that we goin' go raid the plum tree      And stick ball down where those bos be      Mom's got the door open bumpin' marvin gaye      Let's get it on all day everyday      At night I pray      Lord just let me make it      And if I die before I wake then my soul you take it      Never fake it      My older brother taught me game      And sometimes even let the young soldier hang      As a loc      My only duty was to soak      And pass it on to my comrads and closest folks      All friends I knew about it as a child      I stood proud have you ever seen a ghetto smile?             I'm at the junior high actin' bad at the dance      The slow jam got me with a woody in my pants      And my baby with me      Her momma used to babysit me      And back then she was just plain old pretty      But nowadays it seems that she done grown      Jeans fitting and her perm gotta hella long      Would I be wrong if I whisper and take her down      And maybe play housesitter with her like the pound      It's goin' down about now in the northern bay      The og's put it down and make they pay      Flip a 6-8 'stang with the blew out braids      The only homey in the hood ridin' on thangs      And as I peep it thangs have got a little deeper      And everybody and their momma done bought a beeper      And then they post on the lake gettin' loose and wild      You know the scene it's the ghetto smile            At 18 I graduated and now I'm grown      About time for the dog to get his own bone      I left home got a condo out on quailridge      And like a king is how this young playa live      Swimmin' parties in the pool with my dope to roll      Wasn't trippin' off nathin' we was all folks      Hillside in the house and we gettin' perved      Freestylin' gettin' on my neighbor's nerves      I love the hood so everyday I'm back to visit      And swoop the young so that they can come through and kick it      And peep the game just as I did as a kid      And watch the savage get his cabbage and place his bid      And even though we fight we still remain game tight      Handle business and always open for fogiveness      It ain't nothin' like a homey you ain't seen in awhile      So when you meet him greet him with that ghetto smile