Ghetto Blaster - GBC Lyrics

O A K W O O D
To the
G R E E N W O O D
L O G A N
You know what I mean
You know what I mean
You know what I mean

You got the ratchet
Well go and catch it
And if you so ghetto
Than go and blast
Oh boy the stories are true
The tunes are so rude
This shit is brand new
We're armed with attitude
This shit is too rude
We are the true
We are the few
We are the ghetto blaster crew
I know this man, he's a real slow drinka
So I raised up my hand and I gave him two fingas

O A K W O O D
To the
G R E E N W O O D
L O G A N
You know what I mean
You know what I mean
You know what I mean

We stand here playing right in front of you
Doing exactly what we want to do
We like our booze, we like our fun
Drinkin' until the break of dawn
Close your eyes, we're not going away
We stand here singing of a better day
Till then, we're drinking it up to get our minds clear
So drink another beer

Ghetto Blaster is a mathematical occasion
6 beers and I'm drunk in a subway station
We walk down the streets, reekin' of booze
It's how we do, we're the ghetto blaster crew
Sing your body man, we're drinking tall cans
Do the slam dance, it's how we jam man
Puncha in the face, n steal your beers
Busting out of alleyways we are your darkest fears