Ghetto Baby
Lana Del Rey · Other Songs - Lana Del Rey
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 chick for you
You give me butterflies; heart's 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 you're gonna when you hold me, hold me
You're so fun
But, baby, you are too much fun
But, baby
My local rock star, the really big crew
I'm feeling 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
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
'Cause 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")
Ghetto Baby
Lana Del Rey's 'Ghetto Baby' stands as a haunting centerpiece in her discography, blending her signature lo-fi aesthetic with themes of urban melancholy and romantic longing. Recorded during the formative years of her career, the track exemplifies her ability to weave together pop sensibilities with a darker, more introspective mood. The song's production features a distinctive, dusty sound that has become a hallmark of her early work, creating an atmosphere of nostalgic sadness. While often associated with the broader 'Born to Die' era, the track operates independently, showcasing Del Rey's talent for crafting atmospheric soundscapes that evoke a sense of lost youth and complex emotional landscapes. It remains a defining piece of her catalog, illustrating her evolution from a pop artist to a gothic romantic icon.