Artist: Common Album: The Dreamer, The Believer Song: Ghetto Dreams (Remix) * Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com, kirenamloh@msn.com * - Target CD bonus track [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] [Common] At the movies, she ain't scared to pull my dick out Big dreams and move things to a big house that's roomy, love to see her comin out of bloomies Face opposite of gloomy, ah what it does to me Sunday morning at church, she covered like a Sunni Come back home, singin shine your light like umi Truly truly she grown, don't check a nigga phone Even when I roam, I still know where home - is They type you want raisin ya kids About takin out the garbage, she stay in ya ear She know sacrifice, and flashing lights Street and the fashion life, her you could ask advice about ANYTHING~! She might get a ring Got a lot of sibilings, money she can get it clean Remindin me of a broad that I took to Evergreen Money plus a good chick - that's a hood dream [Chorus] {*"Yeah" scratched to the end*}