yo, lemme holla at you real quick
i'm gonna bring ya'll back to uh..
the good ol', good ol' days
feel me?
some of that
good ol', good ol', good ol' ghetto
good ol', good ol', good ol' ghetto
good ol', good ol' ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, good ol'
i told my man i'm havin a barbeque
so grab some folks and won't you slide right through
he brought this shorty that i used to know
it brought me back to when i was in school
she said usher where have you been?
we used to kick it every now and then
remember when i used to call your phone
and tell you come on
cuz my momma's gone
how 'bout them times when i had to throw
a rock at your window
to let you know
to come down stairs and open the door
and after that, baby, it was on fo sho'
now honey got my head spinnin
around for real
cuz i'm thinkin 'bout how good it used to feel
and i got a girl now and i don't get down like this
but i must admit i'm tempted and startin to reminisce, 'cause
ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, (ay yo) ain't nothin like some good ol' ghetto, ghetto
(ohh, oh, ohh)
ay yo, ay yo, ay yo ain't nothin like some good ol' ghetto
(ask somebody)
ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ain't nothin like some good ol' ghetto
ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ain't nothin like some good ol' ghetto (good ol' ghetto)
now she's askin me to take her
on a tour of my house so we can catch up
for all the time lost since i blew up
and became the man that drops his pants and every girl around the world is dyin to love
break the beat down
lemme tell ya what i'm talkin about
if you're not careful it'll turn ya out
it's that place you used to go when you want it nice and slow,
even though you can't
the memory'll make you want some mo'
she used understand me
touch me
hold me
taught me how to be a man
she used to kiss me
all them things she used to show me
damn, i wish that i could do it again
honey got my head spinnin
around for real
cuz i'm thinkin 'bout how good it used to feel
but i got a girl now and yo she's right upstairs
but i must admit i'm tempted and startin to not care cuz
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ever had somebody that's the best
somebody wit a whole lotta bady
attitude that'll make you wanna be the one you're with
cuz ya know how good it is
not a
prissy lil' missy baby talk that slang
i used to
love how she kissed me when she popped that thang
she was a
freind of the fam, hot
without the glam, not
when them be trippin she ain't really give a damn, stop
is what i need to do
cuz i know what this is leadin to
if i keep on thinkin about that back end
i'ma be right back in it cuz yo
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