Common - Ghetto Dreams (remix) * lyrics

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Ghetto Dreams (remix) * / Common* - Target CD bonus track[Intro]DreamsGhetto ghetto dreamsGhetto niggaz dreamsGhetto ghetto dreamsGhetto niggaz dreamsGhetto dreamsGhetto niggaz dreamsFrom the hood{*scratches*} Dreams[Common]From the hood, y'allYo, I want a bitch that look good and cook goodCinderella fancy, but she still look hoodButt naked in the kitchen flippin pancakesPlus she's trickin out the dough that her man makesWe got our own handshake, her titties ain't fakeFuckin in the car cause we just can't waitto get home, early in the morn' gettin stonedPretty with her eyes low, bunny by her BibleThe type of bitch that Big said he would die fo'is the type that I'd ride and stay alive fo'Tats on her back, lookin all tribalShe knows shoes, like she knows survivalWell-put together, she weather the stormSeen her brother die so forever she's strongHear Beyonc's song and she gotta performWhether fuckin or fightin, we gettin it on[Chorus]Ghetto dreamsGhetto ghetto dreamsGhetto niggaz dreamsGhetto ghetto dreamsGhetto niggaz dreamsGhetto dreamsGhetto ghetto niggaz dreamsFrom the hood{*scratches*} Dreams[Common]I don't even say shit, she can feel itI talks the realest, toenails acryllicAss is a weapon and it's hard to conceal itBaby in one arm, the other is a skilletFried chicken, macaroni, raised on the black and stonyGhetto Prince, she's my Apolloni'Like trigger had the back of Tony, MontanaReminded me of me of my, of my mommaUhh, knowin the drama like she know when to jokeSteal a nigga's squares, not wantin me to smokeI poke my head out of BenzesMy street sense is streets and I know who my friends isEndless love for the money, power and clothesMy ghetto housewife watch reality showsShe might get to snappin if the cabinets ain't closedWhen the camera starts snappin, she ready to pose, ahh[Chorus][Common]At the movies, she ain't scared to pull my dick outBig dreams and move things to a big housethat's roomy, love to see her comin out of bloomiesFace opposite of gloomy, ah what it does to meSunday morning at church, she covered like a SunniCome back home, singin shine your light like umiTruly truly she grown, don't check a nigga phoneEven when I roam, I still know where home - isThey type you want raisin ya kidsAbout takin out the garbage, she stay in ya earShe know sacrifice, and flashing lightsStreet and the fashion life, her you could ask adviceabout ANYTHING~! She might get a ringGot a lot of sibilings, money she can get it cleanRemindin me of a broad that I took to EvergreenMoney plus a good chick - that's a hood dream[Chorus]{*"Yeah" scratched to the end*}