Lyrics:
Prince of the ghetto
Ny3 kwaami ny3 shaami
K3 moko lu3 ny3 tsaami
K3 noko hu3 ny3 kaami
Gamashi eba shiamli
Hol' it down for the Ga tribe aka kpata ny3
Makye abom krekete soya
Afor dark few niggers
Dem dey bark too much
Be like afor cut few off
Dem dey chat too much
How am sounding sa
Sound in surround
with a start And look for the Lord to be at his door. Like the vision he had had a few hours before.So he ran to the window after hearing a sound But all
profound my sound
Don't talk loud don't talk loud make the Don proud
Verbing on the misunderstood by now they know the nouns
Chest clouds I'm small I
time you'll be out by three
If lil mama needed daddy gon get it
Back to the basics I'm back in them trenches
On a mission no feeling I'm with it
Hesitate
fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might
fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium
Three little piggies to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might
is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away, it's so unreal
Didn't
out
[Yeah, shoot any motherfucker that moves]
["Alright everybody..."]
This is a stick-up, everybody get face-down
Ren, gag their mouths so they
of character that 50 sent to a wanksta...
Bitch I'm by self !
cnd I surround u like a Pickett fence protecting Biden from offensive picketers..
Im when
gonna
BANG BIG SOUND
We kickin' it loud at 3 o'clock on the spot
Pouring liquor around we doin' shots till we drop
Every once in a while we get
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
should be the one you're callin' Downtown
Echoes of the faith and I hear 'em in surround sound
I got a wild sound I need to po- Fuck
All I needed was
my hands out of my pockets and I lit a cigarette
I opened the back door of a room that was vibrating
With the sensual sounds of subdued jazz
It was
Im talking bout fuck all these chains and these diamonds
Who were you when we were surviving off pennies and ramen
2 AM slide with the team by 3 we
one surrounds me
But across the street it sound just like the Exorcist movie
Screaming, crying, and hard cars flying around
And smashing into the ground
marching down to the ground
To get out of the rain, boom! Boom! Boom!
The ants go marching three by three, hurrah, hurrah
The ants go marching three by
or three or four
The man who strums the old guitar
Is standing by the door
The banjo and the mandolin
Have joined the phantom band
A woman, once from Carrick
it roots and soul (Roots soul)
It's in the word, power sound
Our inner thoughts, let love surround
We call it roots and soul (Roots soul)
Cos we root
Steppin' out the door
Better have His full armor on!
Many will perish
They're in love with their sin
It's precisely why
They flee from sound doctrine
Set it down gotta listen to that rhythm we found
What you know let flow to the world that surrounds
Set it down gotta listen to that rhythm we found
running I’m gunning All you fuckers down just for fun
Got the crown
Nigga couldn’t back down
These guns will sound like a surround sound
And the bass hit
inside
you count the seconds down
you’re listenin’ for the sound
but the world keeps turning
and there’s no place to hide
Time Waits For No One
a year
ones just ugly
Walked by the million dollar pool on the right
A nice place to swim on them cool summer nights
Went right through the fuckin door
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