Common & Nas "Ghetto Dreams" (AUDIO & LYRICS)

Common - Ghetto Dreams feat NAS by Nasir Jones

Common's new track with Nas, produced by longtime associate No ID. Not the most enlightened musings I've ever heard on being a single man, but I guess that's no surprise. My best stab at the yrics below.

Common ft. Nas "Ghetto Dreams" Lyrics
(lyrics extensively corrected from rough version at rapgenius.com)

Ghetto dreams
Ghetto ghetto dreams
Ghetto niggas' dreams
Ghetto ghetto dreams
Ghetto niggas' dreams
Ghetto dreams
Ghetto niggas' dreams
From the hood

[Common]
I want a b**ch that look good and cook good
Cinderella fancy, but she still look hood
Butt naked in the kitchen flipping pancakes
Plus she tricking from the dough that her man makes
We got our own handshake
Her t***ies ain't fake
F**king in the car cause he just can't wait
To get home, early in the morn' getting stoned
Pretty with her eyes low, running by Bible
The type of b**ch that Big said he would die for
Is the type that I would rather stay alive for
Tats on her back, looking all tribal
She know shoes like she know survival
Well put together, she weather the storm
Seen her brother die so forever she strong
Hear Beyonce's song and she gotta perform
Whether f**king or fighting: we getting it on

[CHORUS]

[Verse 2: Common]
I don't even say s**t, she can feel it
I toss the realest
Toenails acrylic
Ass is a weapon and it's hard to conceal it
Baby in one arms, the other is a skillet
Frying chicken, macaroni
Raised on the black of Stony
Ghetto Prince, she's my Appoloni-like chick
That had the mack of Tony Montana
Reminded me of or my, or 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 ____ is the streets and I know who my friends is
In this love for the money, power and clothes
My ghetto housewife watch reality shows
She might get to snapping when the cabinets ain't closed
When the cameras start snapping, she's ready to pose

[CHORUS]

[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 p**sy category
Had explicit experience as I shouldn't mention
For me, getting women turn from a sport to an addiction
Powerful women playing the roles of submission
Lawyers on leashes, congresswomen inflicting
Pain onto my game, wanted it I'm sadistic
They liked it, they d*ked it, devices twisted
Til I get a nice chick, to get me on some nice s**t
Crib raising kids, labrador behind a 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, keeping girls behind closed doors
Cross your fingers, be happy I haven't chose yours
She loves glamour bought her Vera Wang sandals
Valentino bags is my etiquette my manner's
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 have some alcohol product
Jumping out a Bentley with some fresh red bottoms
You lived a dream with me when you were just in the projects

[CHORUS]