Ghetto

(album: A Change Is Gonna Come - 2005)

She's getting ghetto up in here [x2]
Whoa, whoa, whoa...

She be like, "One mississippi, two mississippi STOP!"
Backed up, you roll then you drop
Like I said before, he's my man
What part of that conversation don't you understand?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)

The gloves gonna come off, grease up my face, put you in your place
I didn't wanna scrap, 'poppin all that yap when ya gotta fall back now

Trying to be a lady but you keep pushing me
It's gonna get pretty
Leave me alone and go on by the way
'stop blowing up his cellphone'

When you had him, you mistreated him
Now I found him and I'm feeding him
And he's happy, there's no drama
So you can save those high notes for the opera.

[BRIDGE:]
Cause I ain't givin him up,I'm lovin him up
Me and him every night, drinking from the same cup
They say you don't know a good thing 'til it's gone
And now he landed in my arms

She be like, "one Mississippi two Mississippi rock!"

Backed up, you roll, then you drop
Like I said before, he's my man.
What part of that conversation don't you understand?
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
(She's gonna get ghetto up in here)

The gloves comming off, grease up my face, put you in your place
Didn't want to scrap, popping on the cap when ya gotta fall back now

Trying to be a lady but you keep pushing me
It's gonna get pretty.
Leave me alone and go on by the way, 'stop blowing up his cellphone'

Took advantage of his kindess
Didn't appreciate his sweetness
Now I'm present, you're the past
Ain't my fault what y'all had didn't last

[BRIDGE]

See, I wanna kill the confusion
(Girl, there ain't no confusion)
I want you to know it's me he's loving
(You know it's you I'm lovin')
I'm even thinking about having his children

So, I think you should go find yourself a new boy
This ship done sailed a long time ago!

Have you ever been in a party, dropping your sexy and bottles
came flying in your direction? Turned around saw two kitty-cats fightin'?
Tried to play the good samaritin, now your face is scratchin.
They're getting pretty, pretty, gettin' [?] Someone call security bout to be an outbreak
Stillettos coming off, white tee comming off
When the cops break it down half the party's in my loft

The gloves gonna come off, grease up my face, put you in your place
Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Trying to be a lady but you keep pushing me
It's gonna get pretty.
Leave me alone and go on by the way, 'stop blowing up his cellphone

Uh, uh, don't make me ghetto.