Ghetto Love Lyrics by Da Brat

Ghetto Love Lyrics

    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)

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