If the world was mine, to give I'd hand it over On a silver platter, resting on my shoulder But all I have is what you see I'd give the universe If it
twice (You're Ghetto) You're G to the H to the E to the T T O (You're Ghetto) You're G to the H to the E to the T T O (You're Ghetto) [Kardinal] Yeah,
twice (You're Ghetto) You're G to the H to the E to the T T O (You're Ghetto) You're G to the H to the E to the T T O (You're Ghetto) [Kardinal] Yeah
tear it down and start again Think about the love back in Finisterre Five miles north is a town of silver birches Twenty seven churches, a look of horror if you drop a H
the street. And my motor-mouth is running from here to the sea, H-A-R-L-O-T-T H-A-R-L-O-T-T H-A-R-L-O-T-T She was so sweet, she'd never need the last
back to my spaceship On my galactic horse, this is what happened I get super bionic No, my name's not Mantronix, but I'm 4-H-M Kickin' flavor so steadily
toasta On my side b***h ride unless she a Oprah B***h I'm too fly to drive, I'ma need a chauffeur I get a whole lot of h*** like a G supposed ta They
ringing Roman Cavalry choirs are singing Be my Chris and I'll be your Gwyneth My missionaries hiding in foreign trenches For some reason I can't explain Once you go there was never Never an h-h-h-h
We gon take it from the bottom (M-I-A-M-I to Houston!!) H-town! Pitbull, Bun B.. My dogg Demi, keep ya head up, I gotchu, I promise! All my chicos, I
the fame, cause I want the change Like Lil' James, leaving stains on niggaz brain I smoke and I lean, but still I maintain balling mayn [Hook] [H.A.
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I'm sayin? Hold up (hold up) I-10 connected Know what I'm sayin? (know what I'm sayin?) S.A. Town to H-Town (H-Town) Holla at me when I touch down [Chorus
White to black stars are caught in the blood broken bones her head in the mud a silver fog like the bricks of a dream it won?t be long now ?til you hear
cash, fell in love with math. I got the green Benz, rag, raised, mustard Jag. White coke, tan dope, black gun, tre-duece, silver bullets, purple piff
in love with math I got the green Benz, red Range, mustard Jag White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, Grey
up in my shoes best believe was hard times nigga (Chorus) 2x Hard times got a nigga in all black I'm goin' jack for that silver pack where its at Hard
L.H.P. Is the road I'm on If you'd like You can come along Just make sure That it's what you want And your will Is strong The brightest star You see
step into a friend's beef if needed Wing clipper, I hierarch compassionate Where they whine on some 'Daddy's gonna kill Ralphy' shit Sucked the proverbial silver