Artist: Common f/ Nas Album: The Dreamer, The Believer Song: Ghetto Dreams Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro] Dreams Ghetto ghetto dreams Ghetto niggaz dreams Ghetto ghetto dreams Ghetto niggaz dreams Ghetto dreams Ghetto niggaz dreams From the hood {*scratches*} Dreams [Common] From the hood, y'all Yo, I want a bitch that look good and cook good Cinderella fancy, but she still look hood Butt naked in the kitchen flippin pancakes Plus she's trickin out the dough that her man makes We got our own handshake, her titties ain't fake Fuckin in the car cause we just can't wait to get home, early in the morn' gettin stoned Pretty with her eyes low, bunny by her Bible The type of bitch that Big said he would die fo' is the type that I'd ride and stay alive fo' Tats on her back, lookin all tribal She knows shoes, like she knows survival Well-put together, she weather the storm Seen her brother die so forever she's strong Hear Beyoncé's song and she gotta perform Whether fuckin or fightin, we gettin it on [Chorus] Ghetto dreams Ghetto ghetto dreams Ghetto niggaz dreams Ghetto ghetto dreams Ghetto niggaz dreams Ghetto dreams Ghetto ghetto niggaz dreams From the hood {*scratches*} Dreams [Common] I don't even say shit, she can feel it I talks the realest, toenails acryllic Ass is a weapon and it's hard to conceal it Baby in one arm, the other is a skillet Fried chicken, macaroni, raised on the black and stony Ghetto Prince, she's my Apolloni' Like trigger had the back of Tony, Montana Reminded me of me of my, of my momma Uhh, knowin the drama like she know when to joke Steal a nigga's squares, not wantin me to smoke I poke my head out of Benzes My street sense is streets and I know who my friends is Endless love for the money, power and clothes My ghetto housewife watch reality shows She might get to snappin if the cabinets ain't closed When the camera starts snappin, she ready to pose, ahh [Chorus] [Nas] I notice all my flaws when it come to writin rhymes Subject matter be changin too quickly at times So I kick it strictly 'bout dimes and stick to the story Call me a pro in the pussy category Had explicit experiences I shouldn't mention For me, gettin women turned from sport to addiction Powerful women playin the roles of submission Lawyers on leashes, congresswomen inflictin pain onto my game, wanted and I'm sadistic They liked it, they dyked it, devices, twisted 'Til I get a nice chick to get me on some nice shit Crib, raisin kids, Labrador behind a white fence But I'm still single, lookin for Cleopatra African queen, yo look at me I'm a bachelor Y'all niggaz in trouble, keep your girls behind closed doors Cross the fingers, be happy I haven't chose yours She love glamour, bought her Vera Wang sandals, Valentino bags is my etiquette, my manner's half hood, half class Photographers, cameras Caught us out there, the spotlight hope she can handle She can join me, red carpet at my next non-profit Event havin sponsored by some alcohol product Jumpin out a Bentley with some fresh Red Bottoms You live the dream with me when you were just in the projects [Chorus] {*"Yeah" scratched to the end*}