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8ball – ghetto luv lyrics

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[verse 1: eightball]
most n-ggas 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 -ss
i guess that’s why i got so much love for your -ss
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

[chorus: eightball]
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)

[verse 2: slim goodie]
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
introduced me as your ghetto wife
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 t–th, 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 n-gga, 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, n-gga down to k!ll for your ghetto thrill
and we cool like that
no matter what, i know you got my back…like that

[chorus: eightball]
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)

[interlude: eightball + slim goodie]
d-mn girl, why you be trippin’ like that, man?
huh, ‘cause you my n-gga, i’m ‘posed to trip on you
look at you…
you know everything is sweet, baby
i guess we got strong love, can’t n0body f-ck with us when we together
no, they can’t, ‘cause it’s real
tell ‘em how you feel about this sh-t, man…

[verse 3: slim goodie + eightball]
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 t–th in your mouth
make a b-tch crazy ‘bout a n-gga 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

[verse 4: eightball + (slim goodie)]
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 n-gga don’t come home
she my b-tch (he my n-gga)
dig that, baby
ain’t no other like my ghetto lover

[chorus: eightball]
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)