Every Ghetto Every City lyrics

Artist  : Lauryn Hill F Carlos Santana 
Song : Every Ghetto Every City
 

I was just a little girl 

 Skinny legs, a press and curl 

 My mother always thought I'd be a star 

  

 But way before the record deals 

 Streets that nurtured Lauryn Hill 

 made sure that I'd never go too far 

  

 Every ghetto, every city 

 and suburban place I been 

 Make me recall my days, in New Jerusalem 

  

 Story starts in Hootaville 

 Grew up next to Ivy Hill 

 When kids were stealing quartervilles for fun


  

 "Kill the Guy" in Carter Park 

 Rode a Mongoose til it's dark 

 Watching kids show off the stolen ones 

  

 Every ghetto, every city 

 and suburban place I been 

 Make me recall my days, in the New Jerusalem 

  

 You know it's hot 

 Don't forget, what you got 

 Lookin back.. lookin back, lookin back, lookin
back 

  

 You know it's hot 

 Don't forget, what you got 

 Lookin back.. lookin back, lookin back, lookin
back 

  

 Bag of Bontons, twenty cents and a nickel (well
that's a quarter) 

 Springfield Ave. had the best popsicles 

 Saturday morning cartoons and Kung-Fu (wuh-TAH!)


  

 Main street roots tonic with the dreds 

 A beef patty and some coco bread 

 Move the patch from my Lee's to the tongue of my
shoes 

  

 'Member, FreLng-Huysen used to have the bomb
leather 

 Back when Doug Fresh and Slick Rick was together


 Looking at the crew, we thought we'd all live
forever 

  

 You know it's hot 

 Don't forget, what you got 

 Lookin back.. lookin back, lookin back, lookin
back 

  

 You know it's hot 

 Don't forget, what you got 

 Lookin back.. lookin back, lookin back, lookin
back 

  

 Drill teams on Munn street 

 'Member when Hawthorne and Chancellor had beef


 Moving Records was on Central Ave. 

  

 I was there at dancing school 

 South Orange Ave. at Borlin pool 

 Unaware of what we didn't have 

  

 Writing my friends' names on my jeans with a
marker 

 July 4th races outside Parker 

 Fireworks at Martin Stadium 

  

 The Untouchable P.S.P. 

 where all them crazy nig-gaz be 

 And car thieves got away through Irvington 

  

 Hillside brings beef with the cops 

 Self Destruction record drops 

 And everybody's name was Muslim (children
playing, women producing) 

  

 Sensations and eighty-eight 

 attracted kids from out of state 

 And everybody used to do the wop (wop it out,
wop it out, wop it out) 

  

 Jack ya jack ya jack ya body 

 Nah, the BizMark used to amp up the party 

 I wish those days, they didn't stop 

  

 Every ghetto, every city 

 and suburban place I been 

 Make me recall my days, in New Jerusalem 

  

 You know it's hot 

 Don't forget, what you got 

 Lookin back.. lookin back, lookin back, lookin
back 

  

 You know it's hot 

 Don't forget, what you got 

 Lookin back.. lookin back, lookin back, lookin
back 

  

 You know it's hot 

 Don't forget, what you got 

 Lookin back.. lookin back, lookin back, lookin
back 

  

 Lookin back.. lookin back, lookin back, lookin
back 

 Lookin back.. lookin back, lookin back, lookin
back 

 Lookin back.. lookin back, lookin back, lookin
back 

 Lookin back.. lookin back, lookin back, lookin
back 

 Lookin back.. lookin back, lookin back, lookin
back