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Rivertown by Halfpitالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Rivertown by Halfpit

Hold on, oh yeah, hold on

Now back in the days, hangin' out with the boys
The ghetto youths be willin', pulling out gat's for toys
Idrin be running wild, Dreadlocks be juggling
Brothers is getting paid, while mother's still struggling

(Damn, how I like that sound)
Pump, pump, pump, taste the ghetto round
A P 9 got found spreadin' the death strong sound

(Damn, how I like that sound)
Pump, pump, pump, taste the ghetto round
A P 9 got found spreadin' the death strong sound

(Damn, how I like that sound)
Pump, pump, pump, taste the ghetto round
A P 9 got found spreadin' the death strong sound

(Damn, how I like that sound)
Pump, pump, pump, taste the ghetto round
A P 9 got found spreadin' the death strong sound

See the ghetto government loves it, we na like it at all
And when the youth them try to stride, I meet boy they a fall
For the richer gettin' richer, the poor man get poor
For anything I ask, I just ask help them, oh Lord

The pain in my heart to the feelin' that I'm feelin' oh, so real
Playing soccer in the glass and using ball made of steel
No shoes pan them feet, burnin' fire as their light, you think it's no deal
Ask a starving sickle youth when he's going to get his next meal

(Damn, how I like that sound)
Pump, pump, pump taste the ghetto round
A P 9 got found spreadin' the death strong sound

(Damn, how I like that sound)
Pump, pump, pump taste the ghetto round
A P 9 got found spreadin' the death strong sound

(Damn, how I like that sound)
Pump, pump, pump taste the ghetto round
A P 9 got found spreadin' the death strong sound

(Damn, how I like that sound)
Pump, pump, pump taste the ghetto round
A P 9 got found spreadin' the death strong sound

The ghetto is so suppressed, the projects are a mess
Children don't have a childhood, please Jah, Jah, won't you bless
I can sing about happiness, I can sing about joy
But the pain is all so real, for my little ghetto boy

(Damn, how I like that sound)
Pump, pump, pump taste the ghetto round
A P 9 got found spreadin' the death strong sound

(Damn, how I like that sound)
Pump, pump, pump taste the ghetto round
A P 9 got found spreadin' the death strong sound

(Damn, how I like that sound)
Pump, pump, pump taste the ghetto round
A P 9 got found spreadin' the death strong sound
...

Writer : O'BRIEN, DARRIN / WALLACE, SEAN / GILL, ONREE / WARNER, MICHAEL / BASORA, RAY (RAMON)
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.