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Ghetto
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Leela James
Leela James
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leela James
Leela James
Songwriter
Wyclef Jean
Wyclef Jean
Songwriter
Jerry Duplessis
Jerry Duplessis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leela James
Leela James
Vocal Producer
Wyclef Jean
Wyclef Jean
Producer
Al Perrotta
Al Perrotta
Assistant Engineer
Jerry Duplessis
Jerry Duplessis
Producer
John Peretti
John Peretti
Assistant Engineer
Ray Wilson
Ray Wilson
Assistant Engineer
Comissioner Gordon
Comissioner Gordon
Mixing Engineer
Brian Dozoretz
Brian Dozoretz
Recording Engineer
Ian Cross
Ian Cross
Recording Engineer
Jamie Siegel
Jamie Siegel
Recording Engineer
Serge "Sergical" Tsai
Serge "Sergical" Tsai
Recording Engineer
Walt Bass
Walt Bass
Recording Engineer

Letra

She's gettin' ghetto up in here She's gettin' ghetto up in here Whoa, whoa, whoa She be like, one Mississippi, two Mississippi, stop! Backed up, [Incomprehensible] roll then you drop Like I said before, he's my man What part of that conversation don't you understand? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (She's gonna get ghetto up in here) Boots don't come off, grease up my face, put you in your place (She's gonna get ghetto up in here) I didn't wanna scrap, poppin' all that when ya gotta fall back now (She's gonna get ghetto up in here) Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me, it's gonna get pretty (She's gonna get ghetto up in here) Leave me alone and go on by the way 'stop blowing up his cellphone' When you had him, you mistreated him Now I found him and I'm feedin' him And he's happy, there's no drama So you can save those high notes for the opera 'Cause I ain't givin' him up, I'm lovin' him up Me and him every night, drinkin' from the same cup They say you don't know a good thing 'til it's gone And now he landed in my arms She be like, one Mississippi two Mississippi stop Backed up, [Incomprehensible] roll, then you drop Like I said before, he's my man What part of that conversation don't you understand? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (She's gonna get ghetto up in here) Boots don't come' off, grease up my face, put you in your place (She's gonna get ghetto up in here) Didn't want to scrap, poppin' all that when ya gotta fall back now (She's gonna get ghetto up in here) Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me, it's gonna get pretty (She's gonna get ghetto up in here) Leave me alone and go on by the way 'stop blowing up his cellphone Took advantage of his kindness Didn't appreciate his sweetness Now I'm present, you're the past Ain't my fault what y'all had didn't last 'Cause I ain't givin' him up, I'm lovin' him up Me and him every night, drinkin' from the same cup They say you don't know a good thing 'til it's gone And now he landed in my arms I wanna kill the confusion (Girl, there ain't no confusion) I want you to know it's me he's lovin' (You know it's you I'm lovin', yeah) I'm even thinking about having his children So, I think you should find yourself a new boy 'Cause this ship done sailed a long time ago Have you ever been in a party? Droppin' your sexy and bottles came flyin' in your direction? Turned around saw two kitty cats fightin'? Tried to play the good Samaritan, now your face is scratchin' They gettin' pretty, pretty, they gettin' girly, girly Someone call security 'bout to be an ally Stilettos comin' off, white tees commin' off When the cops shut it down half the party's in my loft One Mississippi two Mississippi stop Backed up, [Incomprehensible] roll, then you drop Like I said before, he's my man What part of that conversation don't you understand? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (She's gonna get ghetto up in here) Boots don't come' off, grease up my face, put you in your place (She's gonna get ghetto up in here) Didn't want to scrap, poppin' on the cap when ya gotta fall back now (She's gonna get ghetto up in here) Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me, it's gonna get pretty (She's gonna get ghetto up in here) Leave me alone and go on by the way, 'stop blowing up his cellphone' Ya, listen it's the sound of Leela James with the Refugees Uh, uh, don't make me get ghetto (Trouble in here, leave 'em) I don't wanna get ghetto, no
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