Ghetto — текст песни (Leela James)

Voice:
She`s gettin` ghetto up in here (x2)
Whoa, whoa, whoa...

She be like, One mississippi, two mississippi ROCK!
Backed up
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
Didn`t want to scrap, poppin` on the cap when ya gotta fall back (?)

CHORUS1:
Tryin` to be a lady but you keep pushin` me
It`s gonna get pretty.
Leave me alone, go on by the way stop, throw another cell phone ?

When you had him, you mistreated him
Now I found him and I`m feedin` him
And he`s happy, there`s no drama
So you can save those hardy notes for the doctor

CHORUS2:
`Cause I ain`t givin` him up
I`m lovin` him up
Me and him every night, drinkin` from the same cup
They say you don`t know a good thing `til it`s gone
And now I found him in my arms

She be like, one Mississippi two Mississippi rock!

Backed up... ?
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 commin` off, grease up my face, put you in your place
Didn`t want to scrap, poppin` on the cap when ya gotta fall back(?)

CHORUS1

Leave me alone, go on by the way stop, throw another cell phone.

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

CHORUS2

See, I wanna kill the confusion
(Girl, there ain`t no confusion)
I want you to know it`s me he`s lovin`
(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
?

RAP: Have you ever been in a party, droppin` your sexy and bottles
came flyin` in your direction? Turned around saw two kitty-cats fightin`?
Tried to play the good samaritin, now your face is scratchin.
They`re gettin` pretty, pretty, gettin` ? ? Someone call security
bout to be an outbreak
Stillettos comin` off ? when the cops break it down half the
party`s in my loff

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

CHORUS1
Uh, uh, don`t make me ghetto.