ghetto) In the ghetto, who (I grew up in the ghetto) In the ghetto, the ghetto (Living in the ghetto) So many kids out in the streets (Living in the ghetto
come, see I've come too far (Living in the ghetto) In the ghetto, who (I grew up in the ghetto) In the ghetto, the ghetto (Living in the ghetto) So
Traduzione: Scintillare. Il Ghetto.
(feat. Cormega) [Man talking] "I can't forget or reject the sights of the ghetto, the smells of the ghetto, and especially the sounds of the ghetto
cop cases had me on semi vacation In state dreams laid down weight schemes with niggaz that get paid and take cream Drug supplier, thugs admire Ghetto
time to get the breath right So I grab the Crest and toothbrush, circular motions to the left, right Just enough to see the teeth sparkle a bit I fill
I rebel as begin to sparkle out And tell my people how we fell into the trap that we live in Because they locked us up in ghetto's and began to rape my
you And to my ex-girlfriend, never comparin you And do the things that your ex never dared to do Time to bounce baby, I'm takin you home Look at the moonlight sparkle
Cause I'm a celebrity (I don't need none of y'all) Ghetto celebrity (Keep your punk-ass awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your fake smile off) Ghetto celebrity
come hanging around my door Don't want to see your face no more I don't need your war machines I don't need your ghetto scenes Colored lights can hypnotize Sparkle
Kay Slay:] Holler at your boy, Saigon, set this shit off! [Chorus: Saigon] Me when I'm rhymin', remarkable timin' Shorty's with brown eyes that sparkle
golds if ya bold, and ya diamonds is cold [Bun B] See this one right here, my niggas We gon' dedicate it To them boys from the ghetto keepin' grills
, Duty calls, I'm bout to hit tha scene and ball, But before I leave I spray on some Itsimiaki, Take my truck up to tha wash, put tha sparkle back on,
paper 'Cause I'm a celebrity (I don't need none of y'all) Ghetto celebrity (Keep your punk-ass awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your fake smile off) Ghetto
Cause I'm a celebrity (I don 't need none of y 'all) Ghetto celebrity (Keep your punk-ass awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your fake smile off) Ghetto celebrity
Verse 1 Drake Uh, low key Peter Parker flow Tell them bring some aces, spades, no sparkles though Private flights, no hassel, I just park and go I'm
wanna see your face no more I don't need your war machines I don't need your ghetto scenes Colored lights can hypnotize Sparkle someone else's eyes
to get the breath right So I grab the Crest and toothbrush, circular motions to the left, right Just enough to see the teeth sparkle a bit I fill
