8Ball, Slim Goodie - Ghetto Luv lyrics

Most niggas don’t dig ‘em when
They act too tough
But my boo rollin’ fat and sip syrup with us
We be like, dust
I’m the dope and she the cut
Always together, hanging like a pair of nuts
Trust, I never mess, I’m one to act like you
When you start trippin’, girl
You make wanna fight you
And you don’t back down
Always tryna show your ass
I guess that’s why I got so
Much love for your ass
Whether it be on the corner or in the bed
No matter who’s around
You be down with your man
Learning what I love and loving
What I learn about you no matter what I say
I know I couldn’t do without you
Momma say you got me wrapped
Around your pinky finger
But she don’t know what you be
Doing to my pinky finger
Also my mind and my spirit feel good vibe
When I look into your eyes, my ghetto luv

Ghetto love, ghetto luv
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love
Ghetto love, ghetto luv
(Don’t, don’t, don’t hurt me again)
Ghetto love, ghetto luv
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love
Ghetto love, ghetto luv
(Don’t hurt, don’t, don’t hurt me again)

We’ve been down for years
I done shed tears for your mistakes
Love’s a give and a take
But you ain’t played a fake role
Took me on a stroll through
The ghettos of life
I remember when we first caught
Eye connection across the room
Remember when we used to
Consume lots of weed?
Having deep speech, I suppose
Catch a vibe, and dispose all our clothing
Gold teeth
Got tore freaks busting their knees
Trying to get to Slim G’s properties
But, I ain’t worried ‘bout a thing
‘cause through the thick and thin
You’ve been my nigga, been my lover, boy
You’ve 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 luv
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love
Ghetto love, ghetto luv
(Don’t, don’t, don’t hurt me again)
Ghetto love, ghetto luv
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love
Ghetto love, ghetto luv
(Don’t hurt, don’t, don’t hurt me again)

Damn girl, why you be trippin’ like that
Man? Huh, ‘cause you my nigga
I’m ‘posed to trip on you look at you
You know everything is sweet, baby
I guess we got strong love
Can’t nobody fuck with us when we together
No, they can’t, ‘cause it’s real
Tell ‘em how you feel about this shit, man

I would feel it’s a deep
Concrete love got me sprung
Been sweet on you ever since a
Little youngin’ in the ghetto
Smiling with them gold teeth in your mouth
Make a bitch crazy ‘bout a nigga down south
Young thug indeed, but you’re lovin’ me
I’ma dig deeply and make sure you feel me
Scratching up my back and
Screaming out my name
And I’m glad you respect the game
Baby, we could maintain together
Just hang together
Birds of a feather, smoke Mary Jane together

You and I, me and you, situation been sticky
Since way back when I used
To give you hickies
Childhood sparks grew into a flame
All through the game
You remained and you didn’t change
Luckily, these handcuffs never buckled me
We keep a cookie jar
Just for such emergencies
She don’t trip, grip 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 luv
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love
Ghetto love, ghetto luv
(Don’t hurt, don’t, don’t hurt me again)
Ghetto love, ghetto luv
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto love
Ghetto love, ghetto luv
(Don’t, don’t, don’t hurt me again)