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    Ghetto Dreams Lyrics

    Ghetto dreams
    Ghetto ghetto dreams
    Ghetto niggas’ dreams
    Ghetto ghetto dreams
    Ghetto niggas’ dreams
    Ghetto dreams
    Ghetto niggas’ dreams
    From the hood

    [Verse 1: Common]
    I want a ***** that look good and cook good
    Cinderella fancy, but she still look hood
    Butt naked in the kitchen flipping pancakes
    Plus she tricking from the dough that her man makes
    We got our own handshake
    Her titties ain’t fake
    F-cking in the car cause we just can’t wait to get home
    Early in the morn’ getting stoned
    Pretty with her eyes low, runny by Bible
    The type of ***** that BIG said he would die for
    Is the type that I would rather stay alive for
    Tatts on her back, looking all tribal
    She know shoes like she know survival
    Well put together, she weathers the storm
    Seen her brother die so forever she’s strong
    Hear Beyonce’s song and she gotta perform
    Whether f-cking or fighting: we getting it on!


    [Verse 2: Common]
    I don’t even say shit, she can feel it
    I toss the realest, sold nails acrylic
    Ass is a weapon and it’s hard to conceal it
    Baby in one arm, the other is a skillet
    Frying chicken, macaroni
    Raise on the ?
    Ghetto press, she’s my apolonni like
    Tony, Montana
    Reminded me of ? or my mama
    Knowing the drama like she know when to joke
    Steal a nigga’s squares, not wanting me to smoke
    I poke my head out of Benzes
    My beats is the streets and I know who my friends is
    In this love for the money, power and clothes
    My ghetto housewife watch reality shows
    She might get to snapping if the canvas aint closed
    When the cameras snap snapping, she’s ready to pose


    [Verse 3: Nas]
    I notice all my flaws when it comes to writing rhymes
    Subject matter be changing too quickly at times
    So I keep it strictly ’bout dimes and stick to the story
    Call me a pro in the p-ssy category
    Had explicit experiences I shouldn’t mention
    For me, getting women turn from sport to addiction
    Powerful women playing the roles of submission
    Lawyers on leashes
    Congress women inflicting pain onto my game
    Warned that I’m sadistic
    They liked it, they diked it, devices twisted
    Til I get a nice chick, to get me on some nice shit
    Crib raising kids, slap a door behind a white fist
    But I’m still single, looking for Cleopatra
    African Queen, yo look at me, I’m a bachelor
    Y’all niggas in trouble, keeping girls behind closed doors
    Cross your fingers, be happy I haven’t chose yours
    She loves glamour bought Vera Wang sandals
    Valentino bags is my etiquette
    My man is half hood half class
    Photographers cameras caught us out there
    The spotlight, I hope she can handle
    She can join me, red carpet at my next non-profit
    Event having sponsored by some alcohol product
    Jumping out a Bentley with some fresh red bottoms
    You live the dream with me when you are just in the projects




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