Da Brat - Ghetto Love

Intro: T-Boz
I had some problems, that no one could seem to solve them,
But you had the answer, you told me to take a chance,
And learn the ways of love, my baby, and all that it has to offer,
You told me your secret love won`t let you down,
Ohh, oh all my love baby. . .


Verse One: Da Brat
Hey nigga ain`t shit gonna ever change, between you and your boo,
Put a hold on me ever since I held you,
What compelled you to be my nigga, besides passion and lust,
You ran up on a real bitch with understanding and trust,
Fuck the others, none of them compare to us,
And under the covers you my muthafucka nigga, when you stickin` my stuff,
You laid pipe unlike any other plumber,
Took me shoppin` all day and at night, you kept me cummin`,
Made dinner, collard greens, candied yams and steak,
Taught me how to measure grams, cook rocks, and chop weights,
Caught a case, cause you`re boy ran his mouth too much,
And its a disgrace how the pain felt to miss your touch,
But as the days keep passin`, keep it laughin` with stacks of letters ,
Pictures so you don`t forget us, when you`d rather not be livin` in the cella,
Hella muthaf~ckas want your occupation,
But they can keep pacin`, cause I`m gonna be waitin` on my baby.


Chorus: Da Brat & T-Boz
And all this love, is waiting for you, my baby, sweet darling,
And all this love, is waiting for you,
Don`t worry `bout a thing, nigga stay down, as long as you can hang, I`m a be around.


Verse Two: Da Brat
Ran into your boy, had heard he`d spread the word that you was soft,
Braggin` he collecting your cheese, and pissing me the fuck off,
The first thought of committing a felony never left,
I missed the big breaths you took when we was puffin` an L.,
Just the little things you do with the bigger ones I saw better,
SL 500s colorful Coogie sweaters and leathers,
Diamond letters girl you broke, I saved the sugar for you,
Keep the business runnin`, droppin` off keys in Cancun,
Cash rules and you remain to be the king of my throne,
Position taken, flippin` calender pages till you get home,
Wanna blast your boy for snatchin` up my happiness,
But I regret what`ll happen to this solid foundation if I`m incarcerated,
Too, you can make it through, we bail on the jealous,
Who tell us the opposite of that, forever you and Brat,
I tried to take the blame, but you prefered to handle my fame,
So I`m waitin` with open arms to rekindle the flame.


Chorus: Da Brat & T-Boz
And all this love, is waiting for you, my baby, sweet darling,
And all this love, is waiting for you,
Don`t worry `bout a thing, nigga stay down, as long as you can hang, I`m a be around,
And all this love, is waiting for you, my baby, sweet darling,
And all this love, is waiting for you,
Don`t worry `bout a thing, nigga stay down, as long as you can hang, I`m a be around.