Ghetto Love 歌词
| 歌曲 | Ghetto Love |
| 歌手 | Da Brat |
| 专辑 | Anuthatantrum |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| T-Boz： | |
| I had some problems | |
| That no one could seem to solve them | |
| But you had the answer | |
| You told me to take a chance | |
| And learn the ways of love, my baby | |
| And all that it has to offer.. | |
| You told me your secret love won't let you down | |
| Ohh allll my love baby... | |
| Da Brat: | |
| Hey nigga ain't shit gonna ever change | |
| Between you and your boo. | |
| Put a hold on me ever since I held you | |
| What compelled you to be my nigga | |
| Besides passion and love | |
| You ran up on a real bitch with understanding and trust | |
| Fuck the others, none of them compare to us | |
| And under covers you my muthafucka nigga, | |
| When you stickin my stuff | |
| You laid pipe unlike any other plumber | |
| Took me shoppin all day and at night, you kept me cummin. | |
| Made dinner, collard greens, candied yams and steak. | |
| Taught me how to measure grams, cook rocks, and chop weights | |
| Caught a case, cuz you're boy ran his mouth too much. | |
| And it's a disgrace how the pain felt to miss your touch | |
| But as the days keep passin, keep it actin with stacks of letters | |
| Hit you so you don't forget us | |
| When you'd rather not be livin in the cella | |
| Hella muthafuckas want your occupation | |
| But they can keep pacin, cuz I'm gonna be waitin on my Baby... | |
| CHORUS: | |
| T-Boz: | |
| And all this love, is waiting for you | |
| My baby... Sweet Darling... | |
| And all this love is waiting for you | |
| Da Brat: | |
| Don't worry bout a thing, nigga stay down | |
| As long as you can hang, I'm-a be around | |
| Da Brat: | |
| Ran into your boy, had heard he'd spread the word | |
| That you was soft, braggin he collecting your cheese, | |
| And pissing me the fuck off. | |
| The first thought of committing a felony never left | |
| I missed the big breaths you took when we waz puffin an L, | |
| Just the little things you do with the bigger ones I | |
| Saw better SL 500s colorful Gucci sweaters and leathers | |
| Diamond letters girl you broke, I saved the sugar for you | |
| Keep the business runnin, droppin off keys in Cancun | |
| Cash rules, and you remain to be the King of my throne | |
| Position taken, flippin calender pages till you get home | |
| Wanna blast your boy for snatchin up my happiness | |
| But I regret what'll happen to this dollar foundation | |
| If I'm incarcerated | |
| Too you can make it through, we bail on the Jealous | |
| Who tell us the opposite of that, | |
| Forever you and Brat | |
| I tried to take the blame, but you prefered to handle my fame | |
| So i'm waitin with open arms to rekindle the flame... | |
| CHORUS (x3) |
| TBoz: | |
| I had some problems | |
| That no one could seem to solve them | |
| But you had the answer | |
| You told me to take a chance | |
| And learn the ways of love, my baby | |
| And all that it has to offer.. | |
| You told me your secret love won' t let you down | |
| Ohh allll my love baby... | |
| Da Brat: | |
| Hey nigga ain' t shit gonna ever change | |
| Between you and your boo. | |
| Put a hold on me ever since I held you | |
| What compelled you to be my nigga | |
| Besides passion and love | |
| You ran up on a real bitch with understanding and trust | |
| Fuck the others, none of them compare to us | |
| And under covers you my muthafucka nigga, | |
| When you stickin my stuff | |
| You laid pipe unlike any other plumber | |
| Took me shoppin all day and at night, you kept me cummin. | |
| Made dinner, collard greens, candied yams and steak. | |
| Taught me how to measure grams, cook rocks, and chop weights | |
| Caught a case, cuz you' re boy ran his mouth too much. | |
| And it' s a disgrace how the pain felt to miss your touch | |
| But as the days keep passin, keep it actin with stacks of letters | |
| Hit you so you don' t forget us | |
| When you' d rather not be livin in the cella | |
| Hella muthafuckas want your occupation | |
| But they can keep pacin, cuz I' m gonna be waitin on my Baby... | |
| CHORUS: | |
| TBoz: | |
| And all this love, is waiting for you | |
| My baby... Sweet Darling... | |
| And all this love is waiting for you | |
| Da Brat: | |
| Don' t worry bout a thing, nigga stay down | |
| As long as you can hang, I' ma be around | |
| Da Brat: | |
| Ran into your boy, had heard he' d spread the word | |
| That you was soft, braggin he collecting your cheese, | |
| And pissing me the fuck off. | |
| The first thought of committing a felony never left | |
| I missed the big breaths you took when we waz puffin an L, | |
| Just the little things you do with the bigger ones I | |
| Saw better SL 500s colorful Gucci sweaters and leathers | |
| Diamond letters girl you broke, I saved the sugar for you | |
| Keep the business runnin, droppin off keys in Cancun | |
| Cash rules, and you remain to be the King of my throne | |
| Position taken, flippin calender pages till you get home | |
| Wanna blast your boy for snatchin up my happiness | |
| But I regret what' ll happen to this dollar foundation | |
| If I' m incarcerated | |
| Too you can make it through, we bail on the Jealous | |
| Who tell us the opposite of that, | |
| Forever you and Brat | |
| I tried to take the blame, but you prefered to handle my fame | |
| So i' m waitin with open arms to rekindle the flame... | |
| CHORUS x3 |
| TBoz: | |
| I had some problems | |
| That no one could seem to solve them | |
| But you had the answer | |
| You told me to take a chance | |
| And learn the ways of love, my baby | |
| And all that it has to offer.. | |
| You told me your secret love won' t let you down | |
| Ohh allll my love baby... | |
| Da Brat: | |
| Hey nigga ain' t shit gonna ever change | |
| Between you and your boo. | |
| Put a hold on me ever since I held you | |
| What compelled you to be my nigga | |
| Besides passion and love | |
| You ran up on a real bitch with understanding and trust | |
| Fuck the others, none of them compare to us | |
| And under covers you my muthafucka nigga, | |
| When you stickin my stuff | |
| You laid pipe unlike any other plumber | |
| Took me shoppin all day and at night, you kept me cummin. | |
| Made dinner, collard greens, candied yams and steak. | |
| Taught me how to measure grams, cook rocks, and chop weights | |
| Caught a case, cuz you' re boy ran his mouth too much. | |
| And it' s a disgrace how the pain felt to miss your touch | |
| But as the days keep passin, keep it actin with stacks of letters | |
| Hit you so you don' t forget us | |
| When you' d rather not be livin in the cella | |
| Hella muthafuckas want your occupation | |
| But they can keep pacin, cuz I' m gonna be waitin on my Baby... | |
| CHORUS: | |
| TBoz: | |
| And all this love, is waiting for you | |
| My baby... Sweet Darling... | |
| And all this love is waiting for you | |
| Da Brat: | |
| Don' t worry bout a thing, nigga stay down | |
| As long as you can hang, I' ma be around | |
| Da Brat: | |
| Ran into your boy, had heard he' d spread the word | |
| That you was soft, braggin he collecting your cheese, | |
| And pissing me the fuck off. | |
| The first thought of committing a felony never left | |
| I missed the big breaths you took when we waz puffin an L, | |
| Just the little things you do with the bigger ones I | |
| Saw better SL 500s colorful Gucci sweaters and leathers | |
| Diamond letters girl you broke, I saved the sugar for you | |
| Keep the business runnin, droppin off keys in Cancun | |
| Cash rules, and you remain to be the King of my throne | |
| Position taken, flippin calender pages till you get home | |
| Wanna blast your boy for snatchin up my happiness | |
| But I regret what' ll happen to this dollar foundation | |
| If I' m incarcerated | |
| Too you can make it through, we bail on the Jealous | |
| Who tell us the opposite of that, | |
| Forever you and Brat | |
| I tried to take the blame, but you prefered to handle my fame | |
| So i' m waitin with open arms to rekindle the flame... | |
| CHORUS x3 |
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