| You’ve come a long way baby
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| From wealth and food stamp lines
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| You’re moving on up
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| And leaving poverty behind
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| You’ve had a good education
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| And seen the best of the schools
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| But when you take a drink
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| The ghetto comes out of you
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| I took you out of the ghetto
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| (I took you out of the ghetto)
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| I took you out of the ghetto
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| (I took you out of the ghetto)
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| I took you out of the ghetto
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| (I took you out of the ghetto)
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| But I could not get that ghetto out of you
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| You’re a foxy lady
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| Your mamma had a beautiful child
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| You’re built like a brick house
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| And that’s no lie
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| When we go to the disco
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| You drive the fellas wild
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| When you shake your booty
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| Ghetto style
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| You’re a hunk of raw sugar
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| Got some real sweet hips
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| Your love, your love, your love
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| Is like a honey drip
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| Your roots are in the mean streets
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| That’ll never change
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| Ghetto mamma
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| Stay the same
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| Ghetto mamma, don’t you change
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| Ghetto mamma, stay the same |