Usher - Good Ol' Ghetto Lyrics
Yeah let me holla at you real quickImma bring yal back to the good ol good ol daysYa feel me?Some of that...Good ol, good ol, good old ghetto, good olGood ol, good ol ghettoGood ol, good ol ghetto, ghetto, ghettoGood ol...hehI told my man Im having a barbecueSo grab some folks and wont you slide right throughHe brought this shorty that I used to knowIt brought me back to when I was in schoolShe said usher where have you been?We used to kick it every now and thenRemember when I used to call your phoneTell you come on cause my mothers goneHow about them times I had to throwA rock at your windowTo let you know to come downstairsAnd open the doorAnd after that baby it was on fasureHoney got my head spinnin around for realCause Im thinking bout how good you used to feelAnd I got a girl now and I dont get down like this, huhBut I must admit Im tempted and startin to reminisce, causeAy yo, ay yo, ay yoAint nothing like some good ol ghettoAy yo, ay yo, ay yoAint nothing like some good ol ghettoAy yo, ay yo, ay yoAint nothing like some good ol ghettoAy yo, ay yo, ay yoAint nothing like some good ol ghettoNow shes asking me to take herOn a tour of my house so we can catch upFor all the time lost since I blew upAnd became the man that drops his pantsAnd every girl around the world is dying to loveBreak the beat downLet me tell you what Im talking aboutIf youre not carefull itll turn you outIts that way she used to goWhen you want it nice and slowEven though you cantThe memory will make you want some moShe used to understand meTouch me, hold me, taught me how to be a manShe used to kiss me all them things she used to show meDamn I wish that I could do it againHoney got my head spinnin around for realCause Im thinking bout how good you used to feelBut I got a girl now and yo shes right upstairsBut I must admit Im tempted and startin to not care, cause...Ay yo, ay yo, ay yoAint nothing like some good ol ghettoAy yo, ay yo, ay yoAint nothing like some good ol ghettoAy yo, ay yo, ay yoAint nothing like some good ol ghettoAy yo, ay yo, ay yoAint nothing like some good ol ghettoNever had somebody thats as badSomebody with a whole lot of bodyThatll choose, make you wanna leave the one you withCause you know how good it isNot a prissy, lil missy baby, talk that slangI used to love how she kissed me when she popped that thangShe was a friend of the famHot without the glam, notWhen I be trippinShe didnt really give a damn, stopIts what I need to doCause I know whats this is leading toIf I keep on thinkin bout that backImma be right back in it cause yoAy yo, ay yo, ay yoAint nothing like some good ol ghettoAy yo, ay yo, ay yoAint nothing like some good ol ghettoAy yo, ay yo, ay yoAint nothing like some good ol ghettoAy yo, ay yo, ay yoAint nothing like some good ol ghetto
