Common - Ghetto Dreams (remix) lyrics

[Hook] Ghetto dreams Ghetto ghetto dreams Ghetto n***as' dreams Ghetto ghetto dreams Ghetto n***as' dreams Ghetto dreams Ghetto n***as' dreams From the hood [Verse 1: Common] I want a b**h that look good and cook good Cinderella fancy, but she still look hood bu*t naked in the kitchen flipping pancakes Plus she trickin' off the dough that her man makes We got our own handshake, her titties ain't fake f**ing in the car cause we just can't wait To get home, early in the morn' getting stoned Pretty with her eyes low, money by her Bible The type of b**h that BIG said he would die for Is the type that I ride to stay alive for Tats on her back, looking all tribal She know shoes like she know survival Well put together, she weathers the storm Seen her brother die so forever she's strong Hear Beyonce's song and she gotta perform Whether f**ing or fighting: we getting it on [Hook] [Verse 2: Common] I don't even say sh**, she can feel it Eye talk's the realest, toenails acrylic Ass is a weapon and it's hard to conceal it Baby in one arm, the other is a sk**et Fried chicken, macaroni, raised on the back of Stony Ghetto Prince, she's my Apollonia Like chick that had the back of Tony, Montana Reminded me a me of my, of my mama Knowing the drama like she know when to joke Steal a n***a's squares, not wanting me to smoke I poke my head out of Benzes My tweets is the streets that I know who my friends is Endless love for the money, power and clothes My ghetto housewife watch reality shows She might get to snapping when the cabinets ain't closed When the cameras start snapping, she's ready to pose [Hook] [Verse 3: Nas] I notice all my flaws when it comes to writing rhymes Subject matter be changing too quickly at times So I keep it strictly 'bout dimes and stick to the story Call me a pro in the p**y category Had explicit experiences I shouldn't mention For me, getting women turned from sport to addiction Powerful women playing the roles of submission Lawyers on leashes, congresswomen inflictin' Pain onto my game, wanted and I'm sadistic They liked it, they dyked it, devices twisted 'til I get a nice chick, to get me on some nice sh** Crib raising kids, Labrador behind the white fence But I'm still single, looking for Cleopatra African Queen, yo look at me, I'm a bachelor Y'all n***as in trouble, keep your girls behind closed doors Cross your fingers, be happy I haven't chose yours She love glamour, bought her Vera Wang sandals Valentino bags is my etiquette, my manors Half hood half cla**, photographers' cameras Caught us out there, the spotlight, hope she can handle this She can join me, red carpet at my next non-profit Events having sponsored have some alcohol product Jumping out a Bentley with some fresh red bottoms You live your dream with me when you were just in the projects [Hook]