Leela James - Ghetto lyrics

She's gettin' ghetto up in here She's gettin' ghetto up in here Whoa, whoa, whoa. She be like, "One Mississippi, two Mississippi rock!" Backed up 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 Didn't want to scrap, poppin' on the cap when ya gotta fall back ? [Chorus] Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me It's gonna get pretty. Leave me alone, go on by the way stop, throw another cell phone ? 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 hardy notes for the doctor '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 I found him in my arms She be like, "one Mississippi two Mississippi rock!" Backed up ? 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(?) [Chorus] Leave me alone, go on by the way stop, throw another cell phone. 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 See, I wanna k** 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 ? Have you ever been in a party, Droppin' your s**y and bottles Came flyin' in your direction? Turned around saw two kitty-cats fightin'? Tried to play the good Samaritan, Now your face is scratchin'. They're gettin' pretty, pretty, gettin' ? Someone call security bout to be an outbreak Stillettos comin' off ? When the cops break it down half the party's in my loff He gloves gonna come off, grease up my face, put you in your place Whoa, whoa, whoa [Chorus] Uh, uh, don't make me ghetto.