[Hook]
Ghetto dreams
Ghetto ghetto dreams
Ghetto n*****' dreams
Ghetto ghetto dreams
Ghetto n*****' dreams
Ghetto dreams
Ghetto n*****' dreams
From the hood
[Verse 1: Common]
I want a b**** that look good and cook good
Cinderella fancy, but she still look hood
b*** naked in the kitchen flipping pancakes
Plus she tricking from the dough that her man makes
We got our own handshake
Her t****** ain't fake
f****** in the car cause he just can't wait
To get home, early in the morn' getting stoned
Pretty with her eyes low, running by Bible
The type of b**** that Big said he would die for
Is the type that I would rather stay alive for
Tats on her back, looking all tribal
She know shoes like she know survival
Well put together, she weathers the storm
Seen her brother die so forever she's strong
Hear Beyonce's song and she gotta perform
Whether f****** or fighting: we getting it on!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Common]
I don't even say s***, she can feel it
I toss the realest
Toenails acrylic
a** is a weapon and it's hard to conceal it
Baby in one arm, the other arm's a skillet
Frying chicken, macaroni
Raise on the black _____
(Ghetto press???), she's my ____
_____________
______ or my mama
Knowing the drama like she know when to joke
Steal a n****'s squares, not wanting me to smoke
I poke my head out of Benzes
Streets that I know who my friends is
In this love for the money, power and clothes
A ghetto housewife watch reality shows
She might get to snapping when the cameras are closed
When the cameras start snapping, she's ready to pose
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Nas]
I notice all my flaws when it comes to writing rhymes
Subject matter be changing too quickly at times
So I keep it strictly 'bout dimes and stick to the story
Call me a pro in the p**** category
Had explicit experience as I shouldn't mention
For me, getting women turn from a sport to an addiction
Powerful women playing the roles of submission
Lawyers on leashes
Congress, women afflictin'
Pain under my game wanted and I'm s*****ic
They liked it, they diked it, devices twisted
Til I get a nice chick, to get me on some nice s***
Crib raising kids, slap a door behind a white fist
But I'm still single, looking for Cleopatra
African Queen, yo look at me, I'm a bachelor
Y'all n***** in trouble, keeping girls behind closed doors
Cross your fingers, be happy I haven't chose yours
She loves _________ sandals
Valentino bags is my etiquette my man is
Half hood half glass, photographers cameras
____ hope she can handle this
She can join me, red carpet at my next non-profit
Events having sponsored have some alcohol product
Jumping out a Bentley with some fresh red bottoms
You learn to dream with me when you are just in the projects
[Hook]
Ghetto dreams
Ghetto ghetto dreams
Ghetto n*****' dreams
Ghetto ghetto dreams
Ghetto n*****' dreams
Ghetto dreams
Ghetto n*****' dreams
From the hood
[Verse 1: Common]
I want a b**** that look good and cook good
Cinderella fancy, but she still look hood
b*** naked in the kitchen flipping pancakes
Plus she tricking from the dough that her man makes
We got our own handshake
Her t****** ain't fake
f****** in the car cause he just can't wait
To get home, early in the morn' getting stoned
Pretty with her eyes low, running by Bible
The type of b**** that Big said he would die for
Is the type that I would rather stay alive for
Tats on her back, looking all tribal
She know shoes like she know survival
Well put together, she weathers the storm
Seen her brother die so forever she's strong
Hear Beyonce's song and she gotta perform
Whether f****** or fighting: we getting it on!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Common]
I don't even say s***, she can feel it
I toss the realest
Toenails acrylic
a** is a weapon and it's hard to conceal it
Baby in one arm, the other arm's a skillet
Frying chicken, macaroni
Raise on the black _____
(Ghetto press???), she's my ____
_____________
______ or my mama
Knowing the drama like she know when to joke
Steal a n****'s squares, not wanting me to smoke
I poke my head out of Benzes
Streets that I know who my friends is
In this love for the money, power and clothes
A ghetto housewife watch reality shows
She might get to snapping when the cameras are closed
When the cameras start snapping, she's ready to pose
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Nas]
I notice all my flaws when it comes to writing rhymes
Subject matter be changing too quickly at times
So I keep it strictly 'bout dimes and stick to the story
Call me a pro in the p**** category
Had explicit experience as I shouldn't mention
For me, getting women turn from a sport to an addiction
Powerful women playing the roles of submission
Lawyers on leashes
Congress, women afflictin'
Pain under my game wanted and I'm s*****ic
They liked it, they diked it, devices twisted
Til I get a nice chick, to get me on some nice s***
Crib raising kids, slap a door behind a white fist
But I'm still single, looking for Cleopatra
African Queen, yo look at me, I'm a bachelor
Y'all n***** in trouble, keeping girls behind closed doors
Cross your fingers, be happy I haven't chose yours
She loves _________ sandals
Valentino bags is my etiquette my man is
Half hood half glass, photographers cameras
____ hope she can handle this
She can join me, red carpet at my next non-profit
Events having sponsored have some alcohol product
Jumping out a Bentley with some fresh red bottoms
You learn to dream with me when you are just in the projects
[Hook]