Tech N9ne Ghetto Love Lyrics:
[Chorus x2] I'm talkin 'bout ghetto love, Girl don't keep me
waitin for that Ghetto love! talk bout
misbehaving. Because when I get you home in the
sack and when I give it to you, Give it back give
it back give it back give it back give it back naked ass(?)
[Krizz Kaliko] I'm talkin bout socks on, socks off, get my rocks
off. big old back end, wax on wax off. You can
have it however you like, thin or go bad make it
sure the cookie monster is tight. Ginseng make ya
swing from the chandelier, I know I sing but its
a real man standin here. Now that I think
cackle(?) Lay on your back girl, ill have you
thinkin I'm the king of the world! When I put my
thing in ya girl! I'm pullin micro-braids and
weaves out, blowin backs and knees out, Have ya
screaming kali baby after that your knees out.
Predator lookin for a black and decker __
wrecker(?) Better than bed and head and make me
wish I never left her. Hey! don't tell your girl
friend how I beat it up and your man; He so cold
to ya and I heat it up. Let go your inhibitions,
reservations: swallow them. Get some ghetto-ness
give it to you at your mom and dems.(?)
[Chorus x2] I'm talkin 'bout ghetto love, Girl don't keep me
waitin for that Ghetto love! talk bout
misbehaving. When I get you home in the sack and
when I give it to you, Give it back give it back
give it back give it back give it back naked ass(?)
[Kutt Calhoun] Have you ever all witnessed the "just been hit
with a dick" stature? From a nigga like me who
licks it then hits in it after. (ohh) in your
cervix servin you some of this summer salami, Work
up a sweat from passionate sex like performing
palates. Ghetto! I'm lex-er than steel when it
comes to real sex in the pill, No step in this
fill if you scared of catchin a di-lzn-ick. Real
spit, or do you prefer lil' dick? She said "no I
likes it nice and hard to bring the real shit" And
ill be commin (commin) from around a corner with a
box of magnums to put it on ya. Backpack and
newports with third patron ya(?)never hear kutt
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/2dJC ]calhouns a loner. I'm not sincere, not me from the
bottom of a bad mother fucker named sascha
fears(?), Drink (drink) your kool-aid with a booty
naked ain't nothin but some mother fuckin sex in
here. (I) beat the koochie, (I) treat the koochie,
(I) never heard a bitch call me a pussy, (WHY)
ain't seducing shutem up quick, makem cover up dick
like she's a __(?) Tellm kutt just what you like
little mommy and we can settle up, We'll have you
twitchin, feinding, and constantly thinkin bout my ghe-bout-bout my
[Chorus x2] I'm talkin 'bout ghetto love, Girl don't keep me
waitin for that Ghetto love! talk bout
misbehaving. When I get you home in the sack and
when I give it to you, Give it back give it back
give it back give it back give it back naked ass(?)
[Tech N9ne on the hook] I want you to pop it and dip then upswing your
hips, back it up and don't trip, Let your back bone
slip, spin around get a grip, of the pole and then
flip, Baby that's the way you strip, heres your
tip, not on the lips
[Tech N9ne] (hey hey) the ghetto be missin me, I had an
epiphany, I need some ghetto lovin so I get what
their diggin me, They sniffin and kissin me,
"wanna split with me? all in favor say yes, Is you
is or is you ain't my constituency?" Heimlich, all
over tech n9ne dick, I'mma bark and grind this, "do
you know your beautiful and your fine miss? And
you two you three find this, well we never be
minded, I love big behinds, call me your
highndness, "hey mister mercatroy I love when your
workin; you're twerkin that ghetto booty even
makin suburban boys, Make alot of suburban noise,
got money in my pocket like I'm a turban boy." So
after your koochie crusade, you know she ghetto if
she come and bring you kool-aid (ohhh yeahh)
[Chorus x2] I'm talkin 'bout ghetto love, Girl don't keep me
waitin for that Ghetto love! talk bout
misbehaving. Because when I get you home in the
sack and when I give it to you, Give it back give
it back give it back give it back give it back naked ass(?)
I'm talkin about pole slidin, lap dance ridin, Do
something strange for some change if your buying,
But big strippers make big tippers, show no
thankful for all their booty you give us. For just
a drink or two, she'll make and wink at you. Drain
your change till she think you're through, The ohh
she gotcha booty bopper, oochie wobbble watch ya
while she callin you poppa. The urge to push to
thrust I mean to shove takes you back to the
ghetto, for some...(ghetto love....)
Lyrics: Ghetto Love, Tech N9ne [end] 