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Verse 1: I used to watch you in the schoolyard while you jump rope Baretts in your hair, fresh gear, your Brothers pump dope I approached you but no others could come close, I used to buy you Slices of Pizza and Strawberry iceys Gentleman style, always talkin' very nicely Everytime we played House I'd be the Husband you the Wifey Mom dukes whoopin' your ass because you liked me Walkin' down the block switchin' ya ass tryin' to excite me I still have those letters that you used to write me About how since we met up you see the future brightly Young love, smooth and politely Untouched My one touch had you sprung up On the phone for hours I told you before we hung up, "Young stuff, this World is ours" Together Girl we can make a better World My ghetto Girl.... Chorus - You're my ghetto girl in a ghetto World For you I'd dead the World I'll never forget my ghetto girl You're a ghetto girl in a ghetto World Gave me a better World I'll never forget my ghetto girl You're a ghetto girl in a ghetto World For you I'd dead the World I'll never forget my ghetto girl Verse 2: I still spend days reminiscin' Age changed, different livin' Cables and chains, waves spinnin' Had you in the projects, the Gods knowledged you as my Wisdom Always around tryin' to lock me down like Prison I saw your vision Always wishin' for the day we'd have kids'n Wedding and a Cristening Baguettes around your wrist'n Chicks used to say to you always "Why you stick with him?" "Every conversation we have you always mention him" In all actuality they just mad 'cause I ain't get with them And all the Men they ever had seemed to split on them But I ain't gonna do you like those Cats did to them Hustlin' cracks, bustin' the mac so nice clothes can cover your back You lovin' me and I'm lovin' you back Rubbin' your back Can't nobody tell you other than that. Chorus - Verse 3: Out of this World No more Guess, you're a Gibana girl Givin' me s**, you were a "I guess I'll try it" girl Still into baguettes, Tennis set type of World Black Queen Nefertiti in the flesh in my World In the best of my World You're obsessed with my World I'd tell you how much I was blessed since you stepped in my World I loved to caress you and express to you I only want what's best for you Sexin' you in unforgettable ways, I treasure you Pleasure you to an extent that's imeasureable It's terrible, with every intent to put the spell on you Share with you In Eight-Fifty-I's you see a clearer view Here boo, this Six is for you I want you to live it too. Chorus
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