Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Story Chapter 3, artist - Cham. Date of issue: 14.08.2006
Song language: English
Ghetto Story Chapter 3 |
| Said thys is my story |
| True ghetto story |
| Said thys is my story |
| Real ghetto story |
| Hey |
| See, I was born poor like many men who didn’t have notin' |
| Came to America trying to make sometin' outta sometin' |
| See we Africans we love huntin' |
| Found my way up to da top like it wasn’t nothing |
| And hooked up wit some Puerto Ricans up in Jersey |
| We use to be call laa baw and pot see |
| Had a lot after sometin', after union city |
| In a couple of projects in NYC |
| I remember those days when hell was my home |
| When me and mama bed was a big piece a foam |
| An mi never like bathe and my hair never comb |
| When mama gone a work me go street go roam |
| I remember when Danny dem tek me snow cone |
| An mek him likkle bredda dem kick up Jerome |
| I remember when we visit dem wid pure big stone |
| An the boy Danny pop out something weh full chrome |
| But dats no betta than to play around me |
| And knew I kept the AK displayed around me |
| And I moved out to da eight to find more cheese |
| And I found out Cars make more dan weed |
| I remember when we run, Fatta get him knee blown |
| An mi best friend Richie get, two inna him dome |
| I remember so the avenue tun inna warzone |
| An, Mickey madda fly him out, cau she get a loan |
| (What?) |
| But, Mickey go to foreign and go tun Al Capone |
| Mek whole heap a money and sen in our own |
| Now a we a lock the city and, that is well known |
| Yesterday Mickey call me pan mi phone |
| Mi say Mickey |
| Wi get di ting dem, dem outta luck now |
| Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now |
| (This a survival story) |
| Wi have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now |
| (True ghetto story) |
| Rah, rah, rah, rah |
| (Said this my story) |
| Wi get di ting dem, so dem haffi rate wi |
| (Akon Story) |
| Cau we a tek it to them wicked of lately |
| (This is my story) |
| And now the whole community a live greatly |
| (Real ghetto story) |
| Rah, rah, rah, rah |
| Hey |
| I remember bout '80, Jamaica explode |
| When a Trinity and Tony Hewitt dem a run road |
| That a long before Laing dem and even Bigga Ford |
| When Adams dem a Corporal nuh know the road code |
| I remember when we rob the chiney shop down the road |
| An rumour have it sey the chiney man have a sword |
| But we did have a one pop wey make outta board |
| So you know the next day mama pot overload |
| How could that be? |
| Shop, shops in the city call me the relieve |
| Never thought of flee |
| Some hotter po po styll caught up wit me |
| But then I got locked up |
| Then while I was boxed out |
| Broke us some locked out, then they let me out but |
| Two Years later my brother skrew got shot up |
| And got the whole block royal like now wat |
| Rah |
| Jamaica get screw, tru greed an glutton |
| Politics manipulate and press yutes button |
| But we rich now, so dem caan tell man notin |
| Cuz a we a mek mama a nyaam fish an' mutton, ehh |
| Ova dehso mek mi tell unnu some’in |
| Tru mi dey a foreign now a guy kill me cousin |
| An mi here sey TD deh dey but him sey he wasnt |
| Anytime mi fly down him a get bout dozen 'cause |
| Wi get di ting dem, dem outta luck now |
| Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now |
| (This a survival story) |
| Wi have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now |
| (True ghetto story) |
| Rah, rah, rah, rah |
| (Said this my story) |
| Wi get di ting dem, so dem haffi rate wi |
| (Akon Story) |
| Cau we a tek it to them wicked of lately |
| (This is my story) |
| And now the whole community a live greatly |
| (Real ghetto story) |
| Rah, rah, rah, rah |
| Hey |
| I remember those days when hell was my home |
| When me and mama bed was a big piece a foam |
| An mi never like bathe and my hair never comb |
| When mama gone a work me go street go roam |
| I remember when Danny dem tek me snow cone |
| An mek him likkle bredda dem kick up Jerome |
| I remember when we visit dem wid pure big stone |
| An the boy Danny pop out something weh full chrome |
| I remember when we run, Fatta get him knee blown |
| An mi best friend Richie get, two inna him dome |
| I remember so the avenue tun inna warzone |
| An' Mickey madda fly him out, cau she get a loan |
| But, Mickey go to foreign and go tun Al Capone |
| Mek whole heap a money and sen in our own |
| Now a we a lock the city and, that is well known |
| Yesterday Mickey call me pan mi phone |
| Mi say Mickey |