- Votes:
- Composers:
- Onree Gill
- Darrin O'Brien
- Ray Basora
- Sean Wallace
- Michael Warner
 
- See also:
Snow - Rivertown lyrics
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
 Snow - Rivertown - http://motolyrics.com/snow/rivertown-lyrics.html
 (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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