Lyrics Ghetto Dreams - Nas , Common

Ghetto dreams, ghetto ghetto dreams
Ghetto niggas' dreams from the hood

I want a bitch that look good and cook good
Cinderella fancy but she still look hood
Butt naked in the kitchen flipping pancakes
Plus she tricking from the dough that her man makes

We got our own handshake, her titties ain't fake
Fucking in the car 'cause we just can't wait
To get home early in the morn' getting stoned
Pretty with her eyes low, running by Bible

The type of bitch that Big said he would die for
Is the type that I would rather stay alive for
Tats on her back, looking all tribal
She know shoes like she know survival

Well, put together, she weathers the storm
Seen her brother die so forever she's strong
Hear Beyonce's song and she gotta perform
Whether fucking or fighting, we getting it on

Ghetto dreams, ghetto ghetto dreams
Ghetto niggas' dreams from the hood

I don't even say shit, she can feel it
I toss the realest, toenails acrylic
Ass is a weapon and it's hard to conceal it
Baby in one arm, the other is a skillet

Fried chicken, macaroni, raised on the back of Stony
Ghetto press, she's my Apollonia
Like trigger had the back of Tony Montana
Reminded me a me of my, of my mama

Knowing the drama like she know when to joke
Steal a nigga's squares, not wanting me to smoke
I poke my head out of Benzes
Streets that I know who my friends is

In this love for the money, power and clothes
A ghetto housewife watch reality shows
She might get to snapping when the cabinets ain't closed
When the cameras start snapping, she's ready to pose

Ghetto dreams, ghetto ghetto dreams
Ghetto niggas' dreams from the hood

I notice all my flaws when it comes to writing rhymes
Subject matter be changing too quickly at times
So I keep it strictly 'bout dimes and stick to the story
Call me a pro in the pussy category

Had explicit experiences I shouldn't mention
For me, getting women turned from sport to addiction
Powerful women playing the roles of submission
Lawyers on leashes, congress, women inflicting

Pain onto my game wanted and I'm sadistic
They liked it, they diked it, devices twisted
'Til I get a nice chick, to get me on some nice shit
Crib raising kids, Labrador behind the white fence

But I'm still single, looking for Cleopatra
African Queen, yo look at me, I'm a bachelor
Y'all niggas in trouble, keep your girls behind closed doors
Cross your fingers, be happy I haven't chose yours

She love glamor, bought her Vera Wang sandals
Valentino bags is my etiquette, my manors
Half hood, half class, photographers' cameras
Caught us out there, the spotlight, hope she can handle this

She can join me, red carpet at my next non-profit
Events having sponsored have some alcohol product
Jumping out a Bentley with some fresh red bottoms
You live your dream with me when you are just in the projects

Ghetto dreams, ghetto ghetto dreams
Ghetto niggas' dreams from the hood