Yeah let me holla at you real quick I'mma bring y'al back to the good ol' good ol days Ya feel me? Some of that... Good ol, good ol, good old ghetto, good ol Good ol, good ol ghetto Good ol, good ol ghetto, ghetto, ghetto Good ol...heh I told my man I'm having a barbecue So grab some folks and won't you slide right through He brought this shorty that I used to know It brought me back to when I was in school She said Usher where have you been? We used to kick it every now and then Remember when I used to call your phone Tell you come on cause my mother's gone How about them times I had to throw A rock at your window To let you know to come downstairs And open the door And after that baby it was on fa'sure Honey got my head spinnin' around for real Cause I'm thinking 'bout how good you used to feel And I got a girl now and I don't get down like this, huh But I must admit I'm tempted and startin' to reminisce, cause Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo Ain't nothing like some good ol' ghetto Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo Ain't nothing like some good ol' ghetto Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo Ain't nothing like some good ol' ghetto Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo Ain't nothing like some good ol' ghetto Now she's asking me to take her On a tour of my house so we can catch up For all the time lost since I blew up And became the man that drops his pants And every girl around the world is dying to love Break the beat down Let me tell you what I'm talking about If you're not carefull it'll turn you out It's that way she used to go When you want it nice and slow Even though you can't The memory will make you want some mo'
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