Released on July 6, 2011

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[Prod. by No I.D.]


[Chorus]

Ghetto dreams

Ghetto ghetto dreams

Ghetto niggas' dreams

Ghetto ghetto dreams

Ghetto niggas' dreams

Ghetto dreams

Ghetto niggas' dreams

From the hood


[Verse 1: Common]

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 trickin' off 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, money by her Bible

The type of bitch that B.I.G. said he would die for

Is the type that I ride and stay alive for

Tats on her back, looking all tribal

She know shoes like she know survival

Well put together, she weathered 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


[Chorus]

Ghetto dreams

Ghetto ghetto dreams

Ghetto niggas' dreams

Ghetto ghetto dreams

Ghetto niggas' dreams

Ghetto dreams

Ghetto niggas' dreams

From the hood


[Verse 2: Common]

I don't even say shit, she can feel it

Eye talk's 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 Prince, she's my Apollonia

Like chick that 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

My tweets is the streets that I know who my friends is

Endless love for the money, power and clothes

My ghetto housewife watch reality shows

She might get to snapping if the cabinets ain't closed

When the cameras start snapping, she's ready to pose


[Chorus]

Ghetto dreams

Ghetto ghetto dreams

Ghetto niggas' dreams

Ghetto ghetto dreams

Ghetto niggas' dreams

Ghetto dreams

Ghetto niggas' dreams

From the hood


[Verse 3: Nas]

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, congresswomen inflictin'

Pain onto my game, wanted and I'm sadistic

They liked it, they dyked 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 glamour, 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 by some alcohol product

Jumping out a Bentley with some fresh red bottoms

You live your dream with me when you were just in the projects


[Chorus]

Ghetto dreams

Ghetto ghetto dreams

Ghetto niggas' dreams

Ghetto ghetto dreams

Ghetto niggas' dreams

Ghetto dreams

Ghetto niggas' dreams

From the hood