Ghetto
(专辑: 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.