Текст (слова) песни: Rich Boy - Ghetto Rich

[Polow Da Don]
Shit, we tryna get it for real... OH! Rich Boy! You niggas
better get focused... Get money muthafucka! Get money muthafucka!

[Verse 1 - Rich Boy]
Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin` them K`s
Heavy guns and dope boys harrassed by the police
Still gettin` pulled over and asked by the police
`Bama wasn`t made for a nigga to win
See the color of ya skin get`cha put in the pen
It`s real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone
Sendin` niggas to the pen or the funeral home
I be feelin` like the Lord`ll never answer me back
So I`m holdin` on my gat just in case they attack
Bullet holes in ya house`ll make it hard to sleep
Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap
`Lotta niggas doin` life from undercovers and fake friends
It`s real how them penitetiary bars`ll break men
Niggas doin` life from undercovers and fake friends
It`s real how them penitetiary bars`ll break men

[Chorus - John Legend]
It`s where ya live, it`s where ya play
It`s where ya learn, ya favorite slang
Your world is, ghetto
It`s where I live, it`s where I`m from
It`s where ya had, to tote your gun
Your world is, ghetto

[Verse 2 - Rich Boy]
Can`t explain how I feel growin` up in the gum
Told my mama that I love her put nobody above her
Doin` crimes, a hard time for food on the plate
Know a couple of niggas ain`t never comin` out the gate
Movin` weight the only thing them street niggas know
Servin` thangs at school, they never teach `em, don`t show
But a .44`ll get`cha money fast from robbin`
Do or die situation when ya tired and stavin`
Government`d never send me a dime for school
So I went and started workin` like my nine my tool
I`m a leader for the south, pa, open ya ears
Young kids where I`m from wear permanent tears

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Rich Boy]
I`m a product of the block, watch the fiends come back
Got a couple white packs, `cause they fiend for that
Early five in the mornin` pigs showin` they badge
Real niggas in the street still showin` they rags
Speedbumps in the road start slwoin` me down
See them fake niggas actin` like they know me now
Got a chance to advance so I`m makin` my move
Couple people still thankin` they got somethin` to prove
Pay the card for the south, yeah the hood my home
Told my mama I`mma leave the dope game alone
On my knees every night conversatin` wit` God
Niggas dyin` everyday `cause they wanna be hard
Still totin` my piece `cause it ain`t nothin` like the movies
I`m wearin` my vest in case they hit me wit` the uzi
Even if I take a trip around the world and back
I`m representin` for the hoods, where they feel me at

[Chorus]

[Bridge - Polow da Don]
Throw `em up if you know what the hood like
Throw `em up if you lookin` for that good life
Throw `em up if ya... ghetto life
Shit

[John Legends ad-libs and music out]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Rich Boy - Ghetto Rich [Polow Da Don] Shit, we tryna get it for real... OH! Rich Boy! You niggas better get focused... Get money muthafucka! Get money muthafucka! [Verse 1 - Rich Boy] Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin` them K`s Heavy guns and dope boys harrassed by the police Still gettin` pulled over and asked by the police `Bama wasn`t made for a nigga to win See the color of ya skin get`cha put in the pen It`s real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone Sendin` niggas to the pen or the funeral home I be feelin` like the Lord`ll never answer me back So I`m holdin` on my gat just in case they attack Bullet holes in ya house`ll make it hard to sleep Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap `Lotta niggas doin` life from undercovers and fake friends It`s real how them penitetiary bars`ll break men Niggas doin` life from undercovers and fake friends It`s real how them penitetiary bars`ll break men [Chorus - John Legend] It`s where ya live, it`s where ya play It`s where ya learn, ya favorite slang Your world is, ghetto It`s where I live, it`s where I`m from It`s where ya had, to tote your gun Your world is, ghetto [Verse 2 - Rich Boy] Can`t explain how I feel growin` up in the gum Told my mama that I love her put nobody above her Doin` crimes, a hard time for food on the plate Know a couple of niggas ain`t never comin` out the gate Movin` weight the only thing them street niggas know Servin` thangs at school, they never teach `em, don`t show But a .44`ll get`cha money fast from robbin` Do or die situation when ya tired and stavin` Government`d never send me a dime for school So I went and started workin` like my nine my tool I`m a leader for the south, pa, open ya ears Young kids where I`m from wear permanent tears [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Rich Boy] I`m a product of the block, watch the fiends come back Got a couple white packs, `cause they fiend for that Early five in the mornin` pigs showin` they badge Real niggas in the street still showin` they rags Speedbumps in the road start slwoin` me down See them fake niggas actin` like they know me now Got a chance to advance so I`m makin` my move Couple people still thankin` they got somethin` to prove Pay the card for the south, yeah the hood my home Told my mama I`mma leave the dope game alone On my knees every night conversatin` wit` God Niggas dyin` everyday `cause they wanna be hard Still totin` my piece `cause it ain`t nothin` like the movies I`m wearin` my vest in case they hit me wit` the uzi Even if I take a trip around the world and back I`m representin` for the hoods, where they feel me at [Chorus] [Bridge - Polow da Don] Throw `em up if you know what the hood like Throw `em up if you lookin` for that good life Throw `em up if ya... ghetto life Shit [John Legends ad-libs and music out] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Ghetto Rich: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/117/1/18144.html Все тексты песен: Rich Boy » Rich Boy - On The Regular » Rich Boy - What It Do » Rich Boy - Throw Some D`s (Remix) » Rich Boy - Let`s Get This Paper » Rich Boy - Boy Looka Here » Rich Boy - Role Models » Rich Boy - Touch That Ass » Rich Boy - Get To Poppin » Rich Boy - Good Things » Rich Boy - Throw Some D`s » Rich Boy - Ghetto Rich » Rich Boy - And I Love You Рекомендуем скачать: » Ольга Арефьева (Ковчег) - Это не рок » Однажды - Только для тебя » Олег Задорожный - На выдохе » Ольга Арефьева - Она сделала шаг » Олег Городецкий - Станционный смотритель » Олег Медведев - Графиня » Облачный край, Сергей Богаев - Наша общая легавая » Ольга Запрудина - А первый блин комом... » Ольга Корницкая - Законная решимость пустоты!.. » Ольга Запрудина - Тебе твердили не год, не два... » Ольга Чикина - Это город дурацких баб... » Ольга Макеева - Летняя рапсодия, или ностальгия по Гершвину » Олег Щетников - Русалочка » Олег Куприев - Грусть » Олег Немировский - Ода писающему мальчику » Олег Митяев - Песня для старшей дочери » Ольга Афраймович - Стихи » Облачный край, Сергей Богаев - Пожиратель огня » Олег Митяев - Прохожий » Олег Митяев - Дует ветер
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