Ghetto Luv

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Eightball] Most niggas don't dig 'em when they act too tough But my boo rollin' fat and sip syrup with us We be like, dust, I'm the dope and she the cut Always together, hanging like a pair of nuts Trust, I never mess, I'm one to act like you When you start trippin', girl, you make wanna fight you And you don't back down, always tryna show your ass I guess that's why I got so much love for your ass Whether it be on the corner or in the bed No matter who's around, you be down with your man Learning what I love and loving what I learn about you No matter what I say, I know I couldn't do without you Mama say you got me wrapped around your pinky finger But she don't know what you be doing to my pinky finger Also my mind and my spirit feel good vibe When I look into your eyes, my ghetto luv [Chorus: Eightball & Slim Goodie] Ghetto love, ghetto luv Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love Ghetto love, ghetto luv (Don't, don't, don't hurt me again) Ghetto love, ghetto luv Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love Ghetto love, ghetto luv (Don't hurt, don't, don't hurt me again) [Verse 2: Slim Goodie] We've been down for years, I done shed tears for your mistakes Love's a give and a take, but you ain't played a fake role Took me on a stroll through the ghettos of life Introduced me as your ghetto wife I remember when we first caught eye connection across the room Remember when we used to consume lots of weed? Having deep speech, I suppose Catch a vibe, and dispose all our clothing Gold teeth, got tore freaks busting their knees Trying to get to Slim G's properties But I ain't worried 'bout a thing, 'cause through the thick and thin You've been my nigga, been my lover, boy, you've been my friend And I can't forget the way you made real love feel Down to die for me, nigga down to kill for your ghetto thrill And we cool like that No matter what, I know you got my back…like that [Chorus: Eightball & Slim Goodie] Ghetto love, ghetto luv Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love Ghetto love, ghetto luv (Don't, don't, don't hurt me again) Ghetto love, ghetto luv Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love Ghetto love, ghetto luv (Don't hurt, don't, don't hurt me again) [Interlude: Eightball & Slim Goodie] Damn girl, why you be trippin' like that, man? Huh, 'cause you my nigga, I'm 'posed to trip on you Look at you… You know everything is sweet, baby I guess we got strong love, can't nobody fuck with us when we together No, they can't, 'cause it's real Tell 'em how you feel about this shit, man… [Verse 3: Slim Goodie & Eightball] I would feel it's a deep concrete love got me sprung Been sweet on you ever since a little youngin' in the ghetto Smiling with them gold teeth in your mouth Make a bitch crazy 'bout a nigga down south Young thug indeed, but you're lovin' me I'ma dig deeply and make sure you feel me Scratching up my back and screaming out my name And I'm glad you respect the game Baby, we could maintain together, just hang together Birds of a feather, smoke Mary Jane together [Verse 4: Eightball & Slim Goodie] You and I, me and you, situation been sticky Since way back when I used to give you hickeys Childhood sparks grew into a flame All through the game, you remained and you didn't change Luckily, these handcuffs never buckled me We keep a cookie jar just for such emergencies She don't trip, grip ain't what we based on She know I'm hustlin' when a nigga don't come home She my bitch (He my nigga) Dig that, baby Ain't no other like my ghetto lover [Chorus: Eightball & Slim Goodie] Ghetto love, ghetto luv Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love Ghetto love, ghetto luv (Don't hurt, don't, don't hurt me again) Ghetto love, ghetto luv Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love Ghetto love, ghetto luv (Don't, don't, don't hurt me again)