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.