This is a song about "Urban ethnography"

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

To this day as he roams the urban maze we call la

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Urban inner-city ghettoes, where you've never got a minute,

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

In the urban envrionemt of modern

Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn