Ghetto Love Lyrics

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.