Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Luv, artist - 8Ball. Date of issue: 18.05.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ghetto Luv |
| 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 |
| 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 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) |