Artist: Eightball f/ Slim Goodie Album: Lost Song: Ghetto Luv Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ VERSE 1: Eightball ] Most niggas don't dig 'em when they act too tough But my boo roll 'em fat and sip syrup with us We be like dust, I'm the dopest, she the cut Always together, hangin like a pair of nuts Trust, I never met someone that act like you When you start trippin, girl, you make me wanna fight you And you don't back down, always tryina show yo ass I guess that's why I got so much love for yo ass Whether it be on the corner or in the bed No matter who's around, you be down with your man Learnin what I love and lovin 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 doin to my pinky finger Also my mind and my spirit feel good vibes When I look into yo eyes My ghetto love Ghetto love, ghetto love Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love Ghetto love, ghetto love (Don't hurt me again) [ VERSE 2: Slim Goodie ] We been down for years, I done shed tears for yo mistakes Love to give and to take, but you ain't never played the fake Role, took me on a stroll through the ghettos of life Introduced me as yo ghetto wife I remember when we first caught eye connection cross the room Remember when we used to consume Lots of weed smoke, have a deep speech, I suppose Catch a vibe and dispose all the glow Them gold teeth got ( ? ) freaks bustin they knees Tryina get to Slim G's properties But I ain't worried 'bout a thing, cause through the thick and thin You been my nigga, been my lover, boy, you 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 Ghetto love, ghetto love Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love Ghetto love, ghetto love (Don't hurt me again) [ VERSE 3: Slim Goodie/Eightball ] [ SG ] Our feelings are deep, concrete love got me sprung Been sweet on you ever since a little young'n in the ghetto Smilin with them gold teeth in your mouth Make a bitch crazy 'bout a nigga down south Young thug indeed with your lovin me [ 8B ] I'ma dig deeply and make sho' you feel me Scratchin up my back and screamin out my name [ SG ] And I'm glad you respect the game Baby we can maintain together, just hang together Birds of a feather, smoke Mary Jane together [ 8B ] 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 handcuffs never buckle me We keep a cookie jar just for such emergencies She don't trip, riff 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 Ghetto love, ghetto love Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love Ghetto love, ghetto love (Don't hurt me again)