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A million lights
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 released in 2012 from her album A Million Lights. The song was written by Lana Del Rey, Roy Kerr and Anu Pillai of Kid Gloves in 2011. Del Rey's demo 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". The song bares close resemblance to "Match Made In Heaven".

Critical reception

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

Cross-references

  • 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".

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

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 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 made 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

Lana Del Rey version

You got a face like the Madonna cryin' tears of gold
P-pumpin' 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 but I'm a trick for you
You give me butterflies, heart skippin', one, two
I know you're sick boy, I wanna get the flu,
I'm runnin' temperatures thinkin' of your love, boo

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby
(He say, "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 say no
But, boy, your hips say that you're gonna when you hold me, hold me

You're so fun, b-baby, you
Are too much fun, b-baby

My local rockstar, the Willie B crew
I'm feelin' you, boy, you likin' me too

I'm clockin' 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
Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby
(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
Come on over, ghetto baby
("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby
(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
Come on over, ghetto baby
("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")

We're a match made 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
'Cause we're a match made in heaven
And this kind of love's forever

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby
(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
Come on over, ghetto baby
("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")

Brooklyn move my soul like this
Kissin' my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
Come on over, ghetto baby
(He say, "Show me what you got, girl.")
Come on over, ghetto baby
("Drop it like it's hot, girl.")

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