GHETTO RICH — AFTER HOURS RELOAD DJ DR LOVE / 007 FM [Intro — spoken] 007 FM. Don't turn my voice down into the basement. Put that weight in the speakers. Yeah. I'm retired. The bass ain't. [Hook] Ghetto rich! Got enough! Let the whole house jump! Paid my dues, got my time, put some weight in that trunk! Front yard, backyard, little shade, blue sky, Ain't gotta clock in when the sun gets high. Ghetto rich! Hands up! Let that low end hit! Salt-and-pepper, fresh shirt, still original with the drip. 007, bring it back, let the scratch talk slick, DJ Dr Love, put some knock in this! [Verse 1] Got a stove, got a fridge, got a roof that holds, Nice clothes in the closet, little silver, little gold. Budget got a boundary, I know where it sits, Still can put a whole good day together out of this. Used to leave before the daylight touched the street, Now the morning gotta wait till I move my feet. Coffee on the counter, got the screen door wide, Bird singing something that I might put inside. Everybody got a picture of what rich should mean, Mine got an old chair facing something green. No suitcase packed, no airport line, Got a whole blue sky and the afternoon mine. Then a thought hits sideways, now I'm tapping that cup, Hear a kick in my head, turn the studio up. Came out here to rest, now I'm building a hit, That's a real nice problem when you living like this. [Hook] Ghetto rich! Got enough! Let the whole house jump! Paid my dues, got my time, put some weight in that trunk! Front yard, backyard, little shade, blue sky, Ain't gotta clock in when the sun gets high. Ghetto rich! Hands up! Let that low end hit! Salt-and-pepper, fresh shirt, still original with the drip. 007, bring it back, let the scratch talk slick, DJ Dr Love, put some knock in this! [Scratch Breakdown — 8 bars] Ghetto-ghetto-rich! Got-got my time! Dr-Dr-Dr Love! Drop that—drop that—BASS! [Verse 2] In my sixties, still got friends from way back, Hear an old voice call, put the whole day on pause. Some names in my phone only bring a memory, That's why an ordinary Tuesday means plenty to me. Loved music before these buttons lit up, Before I had a screen helping pull these sounds up. Now I got a new tool and a lifetime of taste, Make a little room, let the kick find its place. Read one comment, got a spark in my mind, Looked up at the window, left the daylight behind. TV sitting quiet, haven't touched that remote, Got a room full of rhythm and a half-written note. "Doc, you doing too much?" Man, I ask that too, Then I laugh at the clock: "What you rushing me to?" I can paint, build a shelf, take a walk, fix a ride, But tonight this little song got me feeling alive. [Bridge — rhythmic call and response] Who own the morning? I DO! Who got another idea? I DO! Who put the bass in the backyard breeze? 007 FM, that's me! Right hand clicking, left hand switching, Whole new groove, now the whole room lifting. Save that version, let another one rip, Can't predict the next turn coming out of this! [Final Hook — repeat twice; second pass bigger] Ghetto rich! Got enough! Let the whole house jump! Paid my dues, got my time, put some weight in that trunk! Front yard, backyard, little shade, blue sky, Ain't gotta clock in when the sun gets high. Ghetto rich! Hands up! Let that low end hit! Salt-and-pepper, fresh shirt, still original with the drip. 007, bring it back, let the scratch talk slick, DJ Dr Love, put some knock in this! [Outro — over active beat] Retired, not expired. Keep them drums running. 007 FM. Original with the drip.
