Where I'm At - Kool Keith

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Chicago, I’m a bull, they call me Boozer

I’m strong inside, Indiana, I’m a woozer with the ball

I’m so black I look like Michael Cooper

Block the dunks, are you stupid?

I’m so funkified ask Chaka Khan and Rufus

Wearing Jamaican clocks

The bald head make me move like slick watch

The Sonics still shoot like downtown Freddie Brown

Knockin' on doors to ask fast, is Eddie around?

Your girl’s a fine broad showin' me boobs in the lounge

She likes the way I pass inbounds

Walkin' up into people’s houses wearin' king crowns

I beat trials, they dryin' off with pink towels

Cadillac pull up, I sit with the mink for hours

I’m up a hundred points, tonight I’m playing against cowards

Your girl want allowance

Ask Kevin Garnett why people call me Dave Cowens

Sidney Wicks is still a Celt

I got the national championship belt

At center I play nine foot

You get stuck using a sky hook

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

They think they hard with plastic, Spencer Hayward

Those boys ain’t good, they wanna be Boyz n the Hood

They rap at halftime, they’re toys in the hood

Larry Kenon, come through your block leanin'

Your girl’s creamin', alley oop off her face

Let’s go withdraw from Chase

Strong arm your team, get back in there like Ant Mase

The best at the mic and I am faced

Over 500, ball first place

An easy free throw is hard to take

Your verses sound like a cliche remake

You sure know how to make the double Ds shake

Qualified for style, I can tell your ballpark frank

By the way you scream over the beat loud

Get down when I put the horror movie out

With me and her and two girlfriends in the house

You not a star 'cause that’s what a star’s about

Being about, you must be a squid

A lobster walkin' up like a trout

I’m Roger dressed up like a captain

Who cares about you sittin' up broke in a Magnum

Dodger, you need a ghostwriter, all this you hear I’m the author

Boss you around like a father

Make with your moms, she a cheerleader

Swinging the baton

With a little boy named John John

You must be silly, smoking chron (fabulous)

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto, where I’m at?

Ghetto

Ghetto

Ghetto

Ghetto, fabulous

Ghetto

Ghetto

Ghetto

Ghetto, fabulous