| Saving all my money all week long
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| So I can go out driving with you
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| Down on Hollywood Boulevard
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| On friday night, dressed right
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| I don’t take no trouble smoke at the wall
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| But I still have that leopard-skin hat
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| That you gave me way back
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| Before it was cool
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| And they took it to school
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| Here in the ghetto
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| The ghetto of my mind
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| Y aqui, the ghetto
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| The ghetto of my mind
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| Hey we wild it up, wild it up
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| I like to dance with my rooner
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| Cuz when we dance I feel like
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| We are who we’ve meant to be
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| He puts his arms around me
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| I put my arms around him
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| And I feel satisfied and free
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| One night I tried my bandanna around his wrists
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| And we started to sway and it felt so good
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| And he said «looky here mamma, looky here
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| I think I better just see you
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| Safely out of the neighborhood»
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| That is to say
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| The ghetto
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| The ghetto of my mind
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| Y aqui, the ghetto
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| The ghetto of my mind
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| Hey we wild it up, wild it up
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| Outside my window the noise is all I’ve got
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| There are no stars in the sky
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| Just the sirens and queens
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| Breaking glass down in the parking lot
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| That’s the world where I live
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| Sometimes I wonder, oh how can I go on?
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| But I know that the world you make inside your head
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| That’s the one you see around, that’s what I said
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| And the one you see
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| Is the one you make
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| Inside of the ghetto
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| The ghetto of your mind
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| Y aqui, the ghetto
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| The ghetto of my mind
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| Hey we wild it up, wild it up |