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You got a face like the Madonna
 
You got a face like the Madonna
Crying tears of gold
+
crying tears of gold
 
Been pumping gas
 
Been pumping gas
At the Texaco road to road
+
at the Texaco road to road
You're on the run
+
You’re on the run
Oh baby yeah you're on the run
+
Oh baby yeah you’re on the run
 
Oh baby
 
Oh baby
I'm not a trick boy, I'm a trick for you
+
I’m not a trick boy, I’m a trick for you
 
You give me butterflies
 
You give me butterflies
Heart skipping one two
+
heart skipping one two
I know you're sick boy,
+
I know you’re sick boy,
 
I wanna get the flu
 
I wanna get the flu
I'm running temperatures
+
I’m running temperatures
Thinking of your love, boo.
+
thinking of your love, boo.
   
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
 
Kissing my stilettos move
 
Kissing my stilettos move
Your mouth up to my lips
+
your mouth up to my lips
 
Come on over ghetto baby
 
Come on over ghetto baby
 
(He said show me what you got girl)
 
(He said show me what you got girl)
 
Come on over ghetto baby
 
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it's hot girl)
+
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)
   
 
I know your lips say
 
I know your lips say
That you wanna but your heart's a no
+
that you wanna but your heart’s a no
 
But boy your hips say that your gonna when you hold me
 
But boy your hips say that your gonna when you hold me
Hold me
+
hold me
You're so fun
+
You’re so fun
 
B-baby you are so much fun
 
B-baby you are so much fun
 
B-baby
 
B-baby
My local rock star, The really big crew
+
My local rock star, The Willie B. crew
I'm feeling you boy, You're liking me too
+
I’m feeling you boy, You’re liking me too
I'm clocking chicks left and right
+
I’m clocking chicks left and right
 
just to get to you
 
 
You’re out there on the grind now come home to your
Just to get to you
 
 
queen, boo.
You're out there on the grind now come home to your
 
Queen, boo.
 
   
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
 
Kissing my stilettos
 
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
+
move your mouth up to my lips
 
Come on over ghetto baby
 
Come on over ghetto baby
 
(He said show me what you got girl)
 
(He said show me what you got girl)
 
Come on over ghetto baby
 
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it's hot girl)
+
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
 
Kissing my stilettos
 
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
+
move your mouth up to my lips
 
Come on over ghetto baby
 
Come on over ghetto baby
 
(He said show me what you got girl)
 
(He said show me what you got girl)
 
Come on over ghetto baby
 
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it's hot girl)
+
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)
   
We're a match made in heaven
+
We’re a match mad in heaven
If they're gonna talk let 'em
+
if they’re gonna talk let ‘em
If they don't think we're good together
+
If they don’t think we’re good together
Baby just forget 'em
+
baby just forget ‘em
When he's bad he's bad
+
When he’s bad he’s bad
But when he's good no one's better
+
but when he’s good no one’s better
Cos we're a match made in heaven
+
Cos we’re a match made in heaven
And this kind of love's forever
+
and this kind of love’s forever
   
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
 
Kissing my stilettos
 
Kissing my stilettos
Move your mouth up to my lips
+
move your mouth up to my lips
 
Come on over ghetto baby
 
(He said show me what you got girl)
 
Come on over ghetto baby
 
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)
  +
  +
Brooklyn move my soul like this
  +
Kissing my stilettos
  +
move your mouth up to my lips
 
Come on over ghetto baby
 
(He said show me what you got girl)
 
Come on over ghetto baby
 
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)
 
</poem>
 
</poem>
 
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You got a face like the Madonna cryin' tears of gold
+
You got a face like the Madonna
  +
crying tears of gold
P-pumpin' gas at the Texaco, road to road
 
  +
P-pumping gas
 
You're on the run, oh, baby
+
at the Texaco road to road
Yeah, you're on the run, oh, baby
+
You’re on the run
  +
Oh baby yeah you’re on the run
 
  +
Oh baby
I'm not a trick but I'm a trick for you
+
I’m not a trick boy, I’m a trick for you
You give me butterflies, heart skippin', one, two
+
You give me butterflies
I know you're sick boy, I wanna get the flu,
 
  +
heart skipping one two
I'm runnin' temperatures thinkin' of your love, boo
 
  +
I know you’re sick boy,
 
I wanna get the flu
  +
I’m running temperatures
  +
thinking of your love, boo.
   
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
+
Kissing my stilettos move
  +
your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby
 
 
Come on over ghetto baby
(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
 
 
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over, ghetto baby
 
 
Come on over ghetto baby
("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")
 
 
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)
   
I know your lips say that you wanna, but your heart say no
+
I know your lips say
  +
that you wanna but your heart’s a no
But, boy, your hips say that you're gonna when you hold me, hold me
+
But boy your hips say that your gonna when you hold me
 
  +
hold me
You're so fun, b-baby, you
 
  +
You’re so fun
Are too much fun, b-baby
 
  +
B-baby you are so much fun
 
  +
B-baby
My local rockstar, the Willie B crew
+
My local rock star, The really big crew
I'm feelin' you, boy, you likin' me too
+
I’m feeling you boy, You’re liking me too
 
I'm clockin' chicks left and right just to get to you
+
I’m clocking chicks left and right
  +
just to get to you
You're out there on the grind, now
 
Come home to your queen, boo
+
You’re out there on the grind now come home to your
  +
queen, boo.
   
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
+
Kissing my stilettos
  +
move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby
 
 
Come on over ghetto baby
(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
 
 
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over, ghetto baby
 
 
Come on over ghetto baby
("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")
 
 
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)
 
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
+
Kissing my stilettos
  +
move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby
 
 
Come on over ghetto baby
(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
 
 
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over, ghetto baby
 
 
Come on over ghetto baby
("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")
 
 
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)
   
We're a match made in heaven
+
We’re a match mad in heaven
If they're gonna talk, let 'em
+
if they’re gonna talk let ‘em
If they don't think we're good together
+
If they don’t think we’re good together
Baby, just forget 'em
+
baby just forget ‘em
 
When he’s bad he’s bad
 
 
but when he’s good no one’s better
When he's bad, he's bad
 
 
Cos we’re a match made in heaven
But when he's good, no one's better
 
 
and this kind of love’s forever
'Cause we're a match made in heaven
 
And this kind of love's forever
 
   
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
+
Kissing my stilettos
  +
move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby
 
  +
Come on over ghetto baby
(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
 
  +
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over, ghetto baby
 
  +
Come on over ghetto baby
("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")
 
  +
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)
   
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
 
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
+
Kissing my stilettos
  +
move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby
 
  +
Come on over ghetto baby
(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
 
  +
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over, ghetto baby
 
  +
Come on over ghetto baby
("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")
 
  +
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)
 
</poem>
 
</poem>
 
}}
 
}}

Revision as of 01:34, 25 June 2017

A million lights .jpg
Cheryl Cole
Writer(s) Lana Del Rey
Roy Kerr
Anu Pillai
Producer(s) Kid Gloves
Recorded 2012
Length 2:48

"Ghetto Baby" is a song by Cheryl Cole from her third studio album A Million Lights, which was officially released on June 15, 2012. The song was written by Lana Del Rey, Roy Kerr and Anu Pillai of Kid Gloves in 2011. Del Rey's demo version of the song leaked on August 8, 2012.

Background

Cheryl Cole confirmed Del Rey would be writing for her album in May 2012. According to Cole, the song was composed prior to the success of "Video Games". On May 28, Cole teased the track by sharing the lyrics "I'm not a trick boy I'm a trick for you,you give me butterflies heart skipping 1,2 I know your sick boy I wanna get the flu...(sic) I'm running temperatures thinking of your love boo.." and adding the hashtag #ghettobaby. The song bares close resemblance to "Match Made In Heaven" and re-uses many of the same lyrics. An official music video for the track was released on December 26, 2012. In an interview for Spin or Bin Music Del Rey stated that herself and Cole share the same boss at Polydor Records, who had expressed the thought that Cole would like the song, so they played it for her. Cole loved it and then decided to record it.

Critical reception

The song was well recieved on Cole's album, but some critics noted that Cole sounded too much like Del Rey's demo on the track and lacked individuality.

Cross-references

  • Many lyrics are also found in the song "Match Made in Heaven".
  • References to butterflies can be found in "Butterflies" and "Butterflies Pt. 2".
  • A rockstar is mentioned in many songs, such as "Is It Wrong?" and "Big Bad Wolf".
  • The lyric "crying tears of gold" appears in "Ultraviolence".
  • The lyric "when he's bad, he's bad, but when he's good no one's better" is a paraphrased version of Mae West's famous quote "when I'm good, I'm very good, but when I'm bad, I'm better", from the 1933 film "I'm No Angel"
  • "Show me what you got" is referenced in many songs, such as "Caught You Boy".
  • "Texaco" is a gas station chain, which is potentially a reference to "Queen of the Gas Station".

Lyrics

Cheryl Cole version

You got a face like the Madonna
crying tears of gold
Been pumping gas
at the Texaco road to road
You’re on the run
Oh baby yeah you’re on the run
Oh baby
I’m not a trick boy, I’m a trick for you
You give me butterflies
heart skipping one two
I know you’re sick boy,
I wanna get the flu
I’m running temperatures
thinking of your love, boo.

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos move
your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)

I know your lips say
that you wanna but your heart’s a no
But boy your hips say that your gonna when you hold me
hold me
You’re so fun
B-baby you are so much fun
B-baby
My local rock star, The Willie B. crew
I’m feeling you boy, You’re liking me too
I’m clocking chicks left and right
just to get to you
You’re out there on the grind now come home to your
queen, boo.

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)

We’re a match mad in heaven
if they’re gonna talk let ‘em
If they don’t think we’re good together
baby just forget ‘em
When he’s bad he’s bad
but when he’s good no one’s better
Cos we’re a match made in heaven
and this kind of love’s forever

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)

Lana Del Rey version

You got a face like the Madonna
crying tears of gold
P-pumping gas
at the Texaco road to road
You’re on the run
Oh baby yeah you’re on the run
Oh baby
I’m not a trick boy, I’m a trick for you
You give me butterflies
heart skipping one two
I know you’re sick boy,
I wanna get the flu
I’m running temperatures
thinking of your love, boo.

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos move
your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)

I know your lips say
that you wanna but your heart’s a no
But boy your hips say that your gonna when you hold me
hold me
You’re so fun
B-baby you are so much fun
B-baby
My local rock star, The really big crew
I’m feeling you boy, You’re liking me too
I’m clocking chicks left and right
just to get to you
You’re out there on the grind now come home to your
queen, boo.

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)
Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)

We’re a match mad in heaven
if they’re gonna talk let ‘em
If they don’t think we’re good together
baby just forget ‘em
When he’s bad he’s bad
but when he’s good no one’s better
Cos we’re a match made in heaven
and this kind of love’s forever

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissing my stilettos
move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over ghetto baby
(He said show me what you got girl)
Come on over ghetto baby
(Drop it like it’s hot girl)

Credits

  • Cheryl Cole – lead vocals, background vocals
  • Lana Del Rey – songwriter
  • Roy Kerr – songwriter
  • Anu Pillai – songwriter
  • Kid Gloves – producer, vocal producer
  • Mike Marsh – mastering
  • Naweed – mastering
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