Lyric Ghetto
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.
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.
