Letra de Ghetto

She´s gettin´ ghetto up in here (x2)
Whoa, whoa, whoa...

She be like, One mississippi, two mississippi STOP!
Backed up, you roll then you drop
Like I said before, he´s my man
What part of that conversation don´t you understand?
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
(She´s gonna get ghetto up in here)

The gloves gonna come off, grease up my face, put you in your place
I didn´t wanna scrap, ´poppin all that yap when ya gotta fall back now

CHORUS:
Tryin´ to be a lady but you keep pushin´ me
It´s gonna get pretty
Leave me alone and go on by the way
´stop blowing up his cellphone´

When you had him, you mistreated him
Now I found him and I´m feedin´ him
And he´s happy, there´s no drama
So you can save those high notes for the opera.

BRIDGE:
Cause I ain´t givin him up,I´m lovin him up
Me and him every night, drinkin´ from the same cup
They say you don´t know a good thing ´til it´s gone
And now he landed in my arms

She be like, one Mississippi two Mississippi rock!

Backed up, you roll, then you drop
Like I said before, he´s my man.
What part of that conversation don´t you understand?
Whoa, whoa, whoa...
(She´s gonna get ghetto up in here)

The gloves commin´ off, grease up my face, put you in your place
Didn´t want to scrap, poppin´ on the cap when ya gotta fall back now

CHORUS
Tryin´ to be a lady but you keep pushin´ me
It´s gonna get pretty.
Leave me alone and go on by the way, ´stop blowing up his cellphone´

Took advantage of his kindess
Didn´t appreciate his sweetness
Now I´m present, you´re the past
Ain´t my fault what y´all had didn´t last

BRIDGE

See, I wanna kill the confusion
(Girl, there ain´t no confusion)
I want you to know it´s me he´s lovin´
(You know it´s you I´m lovin´)
I´m even thinking about having his children

So, I think you should go find yourself a new boy
This ship done sailed a long time ago!

RAP
Have you ever been in a party, droppin´ your sexy and bottles
came flyin´ in your direction? Turned around saw two kitty-cats fightin´?
Tried to play the good samaritin, now your face is scratchin.
They´re gettin´ pretty, pretty, gettin´ ? ? Someone call security
bout to be an outbreak
Stillettos comin´ off, white tee commin´ off
When the cops break it down half the party´s in my loft

The gloves gonna come off, grease up my face, put you in your place
Whoa, whoa, whoa...

CHORUS
Tryin´ to be a lady but you keep pushin´ me
It´s gonna get pretty.
Leave me alone and go on by the way, ´stop blowing up his cellphone

Uh, uh, don´t make me ghetto.

(Thanks to Jocasta for these lyrics)