Ghetto Love – Da Brat – letras

I had some problemsThat no one could seem to solve themBut you had the answerYou told me to take a chanceAnd learn the ways of love, my babyAnd all that it has to offer..You told me your secret love won’t let you downOhh allll my love baby…Da Brat:Hey nigga ain’t shit gonna ever changeBetween you and your boo.Put a hold on me ever since I held youWhat compelled you to be my niggaBesides passion and loveYou ran up on a real bitch with understanding and trustFuck the others, none of them compare to usAnd under covers you my muthafucka nigga,When you stickin my stuffYou laid pipe unlike any other plumberTook 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 weightsCaught a case, cuz you’re boy ran his mouth too much.And it’s a disgrace how the pain felt to miss your touchBut as the days keep passin, keep it actin with stacks of lettersHit you so you don’t forget usWhen you’d rather not be livin in the cellaHella muthafuckas want your occupationBut they can keep pacin, cuz I’m gonna be waitin on my Baby…CHORUS:T-Boz:And all this love, is waiting for youMy baby… Sweet Darling…And all this love is waiting for youDa Brat:Don’t worry bout a thing, nigga stay downAs long as you can hang, I’m-a be aroundDa Brat:Ran into your boy, had heard he’d spread the wordThat you was soft, braggin he collecting your cheese,And pissing me the fuck off.The first thought of committing a felony never leftI missed the big breaths you took when we waz puffin an L,Just the little things you do with the bigger ones ISaw better SL 500s colorful Gucci sweaters and leathersDiamond letters girl you broke, I saved the sugar for youKeep the business runnin, droppin off keys in CancunCash rules, and you remain to be the King of my thronePosition taken, flippin calender pages till you get homeWanna blast your boy for snatchin up my happinessBut I regret what’ll happen to this dollar foundationIf I’m incarceratedToo you can make it through, we bail on the JealousWho tell us the opposite of that,Forever you and BratI tried to take the blame, but you prefered to handle my fameSo i’m waitin with open arms to rekindle the flame…