Out Of The Ghetto
You've come a long way baby,
From wealth and food stamp lines,
You're moving on up,
And leaving poverty behind.
You've had a good education,
And seen the best of the schools,
But when you take a drink,
The ghetto comes out of you.
I took you out of the ghetto,
(i took you out of the ghetto)
I took you out of the ghetto,
(i took you out of the ghetto)
I took you out of the ghetto,
(i took you out of the ghetto)
But i could not get that ghetto out of you.
You're a foxy lady,
Your mamma had a beautiful child,
You're built like a brick house,
And that's no lie.
When we go to the disco,
You drive the fellas wild,
When you shake your booty,
Ghetto style.
You're a hunk of raw sugar,
Got some real sweet hips,
Your love, your love, your love,
Is like a honey drip.
Your roots are in the mean streets,
That'll never change,
Ghetto mamma,
Stay the same.
Ghetto mamma, don't you change,
Ghetto mamma, stay the same.
Fuera del gueto
Has recorrido un largo camino, nena,
Desde la riqueza hasta las filas de cupones de alimentos,
Estás avanzando,
Y dejando la pobreza atrás.
Has tenido una buena educación,
Y has visto lo mejor de las escuelas,
Pero cuando tomas un trago,
El gueto sale de ti.
Te saqué del gueto,
(te saqué del gueto)
Te saqué del gueto,
(te saqué del gueto)
Te saqué del gueto,
(te saqué del gueto)
Pero no pude sacar ese gueto de ti.
Eres una dama astuta,
Tu mamá tuvo un hermoso hijo,
Estás construida como una casa de ladrillos,
Y eso no es mentira.
Cuando vamos a la discoteca,
Vuelves locos a los chicos,
Cuando mueves tu trasero,
Estilo gueto.
Eres un pedazo de azúcar crudo,
Tienes caderas realmente dulces,
Tu amor, tu amor, tu amor,
Es como una gota de miel.
Tus raíces están en las calles duras,
Eso nunca cambiará,
Mamá gueto,
Sigue igual.
Mamá gueto, no cambies,
Mamá gueto, sigue igual.