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Snow

Genres: Pop

Rivertown Lyrics - Snow

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 

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