Ghetto Love Lyrics - Da Brat

I had some problems 

That no one could seem to solve them 

But you had the answer 

You told me to take a chance 

And learn the ways of love, my baby 

And all that it has to offer.. 

You told me your secret love won't let you down 

Ohh allll my love baby... 

Hey nigga ain't shit gonna ever change 

Between you and your boo. 

Put a hold on me ever since I held you 

What compelled you to be my nigga 

Besides passion and love 

You ran up on a real bitch with understanding and trust 

Fuck the others, none of them compare to us 

And under covers you my muthafucka nigga, 

When you stickin my stuff 

You laid pipe unlike any other plumber 

Took me shoppin all day and at night, you kept me cummin. 

Made dinner, collard greens, candied yams and steak. 

Taught me how to measure grams, cook rocks, and chop weights 

Caught a case, cuz you're boy ran his mouth too much. 

And it's a disgrace how the pain felt to miss your touch 

But as the days keep passin, keep it actin with stacks of letters 

Hit you so you don't forget us 

When you'd rather not be livin in the cella 

Hella muthafuckas want your occupation 

But they can keep pacin, cuz I'm gonna be waitin on my Baby... 

And all this love, is waiting for you 

My baby... Sweet Darling... 

And all this love is waiting for you 

Don't worry bout a thing, nigga stay down 

As long as you can hang, I'm-a be around 

Ran into your boy, had heard he'd spread the word 

That you was soft, braggin he collecting your cheese, 

And pissing me the fuck off. 

The first thought of committing a felony never left 

I missed the big breaths you took when we waz puffin an L, 

Just the little things you do with the bigger ones I 

Saw better SL 500s colorful Gucci sweaters and leathers 

Diamond letters girl you broke, I saved the sugar for you 

Keep the business runnin, droppin off keys in Cancun 

Cash rules, and you remain to be the King of my throne 

Position taken, flippin calender pages till you get home 

Wanna blast your boy for snatchin up my happiness 

But I regret what'll happen to this dollar foundation 

If I'm incarcerated 

Too you can make it through, we bail on the Jealous 

Who tell us the opposite of that, 

Forever you and Brat 

I tried to take the blame, but you prefered to handle my fame 

So i'm waitin with open arms to rekindle the flame... 

And all this love, is waiting for you 

My baby... Sweet Darling... 

And all this love is waiting for you 

Don't worry bout a thing, nigga stay down 

As long as you can hang, I'm-a be around 

And all this love, is waiting for you 

My baby... Sweet Darling... 

And all this love is waiting for you 

Don't worry bout a thing, nigga stay down 

As long as you can hang, I'm-a be around 

And all this love, is waiting for you 

My baby... Sweet Darling... 

And all this love is waiting for you 

Don't worry bout a thing, nigga stay down 

As long as you can hang, I'm-a be around