"Ghetto Blues" lyrics
Nick Cannon & Ncredible Gang Lyrics
Mmh
Woah
Yeah, yeah
They took my soul from me when I lost my G
I can't go to sleep, no look over me
We been through some things we can't never speak
All this pain run deep on like every beat
I got niggas ask for favors who did none for me
I got all famous hoes tryna get fucked for free
This shit crazy, so crazy
I can't go for no fu' shit and that's on my baby
Niggas wanna shake my hands, they don't wanna shake 'em now
Niggas wanna be my friend, but they secret hatin' now
Niggas wanna be my friend, but they secret hatin' now
Niggas wanna be my friend (But they secret hatin' now, but they secret hatin' now)
Now you ain't have no faith in me
Told you move on, couldn't wait patiently
Gave you so much love, all that shit came from me
Gave her all this love and gave her straight to the streets, streets
This my ghetto blues, my ghetto blues
Sometimes I feel used, I've been abused
All these hoes choose, don't know who to choose
Everybody want my shoes, can't fill my shoes
I've been working like a slave, yeah, feel my pain, yeah
Smokin' got me in space, yeah, I can't think clear
On your corner like we stay there
On your corner like we stay there
Never needed no approval, Lord, just please remove 'em
Lately, been by my kids and the feeling's soothing
They been tryna get me heated when a nigga coolin'
Throwin' stones at a glass house, them niggas foolish
This my ghetto blues, my ghetto blues
They want me to lose, but I refuse
Got nothin' to prove, everything to lose
Got nothin' to prove, everything to lose
This my ghetto blues, my ghetto blues (My, my, my)
Sometimes I feel used, I've been abused (Why they use me?)
All these hoes choose, don't know who to choose (I don't know)
Everybody want my shoes, can't fill my shoes
I've been working like a slave, yeah, feel my pain, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Smokin' got me in space, yeah, I can't think clear (Yeah, yeah)
On your corner like we stay there
On your corner like we stay there
On your corner like we stay there
This my ghetto blues
On my mama, on my mama
On my soul, on my soul
On my mama, on my mama
On God, on God
On God, on God
Woah
Yeah, yeah
They took my soul from me when I lost my G
I can't go to sleep, no look over me
We been through some things we can't never speak
All this pain run deep on like every beat
I got niggas ask for favors who did none for me
I got all famous hoes tryna get fucked for free
This shit crazy, so crazy
I can't go for no fu' shit and that's on my baby
Niggas wanna shake my hands, they don't wanna shake 'em now
Niggas wanna be my friend, but they secret hatin' now
Niggas wanna be my friend, but they secret hatin' now
Niggas wanna be my friend (But they secret hatin' now, but they secret hatin' now)
Now you ain't have no faith in me
Told you move on, couldn't wait patiently
Gave you so much love, all that shit came from me
Gave her all this love and gave her straight to the streets, streets
This my ghetto blues, my ghetto blues
Sometimes I feel used, I've been abused
All these hoes choose, don't know who to choose
Everybody want my shoes, can't fill my shoes
I've been working like a slave, yeah, feel my pain, yeah
Smokin' got me in space, yeah, I can't think clear
On your corner like we stay there
On your corner like we stay there
Never needed no approval, Lord, just please remove 'em
Lately, been by my kids and the feeling's soothing
They been tryna get me heated when a nigga coolin'
Throwin' stones at a glass house, them niggas foolish
This my ghetto blues, my ghetto blues
They want me to lose, but I refuse
Got nothin' to prove, everything to lose
Got nothin' to prove, everything to lose
This my ghetto blues, my ghetto blues (My, my, my)
Sometimes I feel used, I've been abused (Why they use me?)
All these hoes choose, don't know who to choose (I don't know)
Everybody want my shoes, can't fill my shoes
I've been working like a slave, yeah, feel my pain, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Smokin' got me in space, yeah, I can't think clear (Yeah, yeah)
On your corner like we stay there
On your corner like we stay there
On your corner like we stay there
This my ghetto blues
On my mama, on my mama
On my soul, on my soul
On my mama, on my mama
On God, on God
On God, on God
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Robert Amparan
