Common - Ghetto Dreams Lyrics
[Hook]Ghetto dreamsGhetto ghetto dreamsGhetto niggas' dreamsGhetto ghetto dreamsGhetto niggas' dreamsGhetto dreamsGhetto niggas' dreamsFrom the hood[Verse 1: Common]I want a ***** that look good and cook goodCinderella fancy, but she still look hoodButt ***** in the kitchen flipping pancakesPlus she tricking from the dough that her man makesWe got our own handshakeHer titties ain't fakeF-cking in the car cause we just can't wait to get homeEarly in the morn' getting stonedPretty with her eyes low, runny by BibleThe type of ***** that BIG said he would die forIs the type that I would rather stay alive forTatts on her back, looking all tribalShe know shoes like she know survivalWell put together, she weathers the stormSeen her brother die so forever she's strongHear Beyonce's song and she gotta performWhether f-cking or fighting: we getting it on! [Hook][Verse 2: Common]I don't even say shit, she can feel itI toss the realest, sold nails acrylicAss is a weapon and it's hard to conceal itBaby in one arm, the other is a skilletFrying chicken, macaroniRaise on the?Ghetto press, she's my apolonni likeTony, MontanaReminded me of mio ma or my mamaKnowing the drama like she know when to jokeSteal a nigga's squares, not wanting me to smokeI poke my head out of BenzesMy beats is the streets and I know who my friends isIn this love for the money, power and clothesMy ghetto housewife watch reality showsShe might get to snapping if the canvas aint closedWhen the cameras snap snapping, she's ready to pose[Hook][Verse 3: Nas]I notice all my flaws when it comes to writing rhymesSubject matter be changing too quickly at timesSo I keep it strictly 'bout dimes and stick to the storyCall me a pro in the p-ssy categoryHad explicit experiences I shouldn't mentionFor me, getting women turn from sport to addictionPowerful women playing the roles of submissionLawyers on leashesCongress women inflicting pain onto my gameWarned that I'm sadisticThey liked it, they diked it, devices twistedTil I get a nice chick, to get me on some nice shitCrib raising kids, slap a door behind a white fistBut I'm still single, looking for CleopatraAfrican Queen, yo look at me, I'm a bachelorY'all niggas in trouble, keeping girls behind closed doorsCross your fingers, be happy I haven't chose yoursShe loves glamour bought Vera Wang sandalsValentino bags is my etiquetteMy man is half hood half classPhotographers cameras caught us out thereThe spotlight, I hope she can handleShe can join me, red carpet at my next non-profitEvent having sponsored by some alcohol productJumping out a Bentley with some fresh red bottomsYou live the dream with me when you are just in the projects[Hook]
