Lyrics:
The Gang Sang Heart Of My Heart

glisten, if once more I could listen To that gang that sang, "Heart of my heart" (Of my heart) To that gang that sang, "Heart of my heart" (Of my heart

Be sure that you'll respecting the power, and that's you Never forget the neighbourhood were it started The ghette south eight is my hood and my hearts

some bomb from my comrade Blue And got my little bitch catch a contact too House shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on Swooping to some Soopafly, getting my

me to bed So I can be free as well Not just in my head Kiss me, Miss Liberty Lift me alone Unchain my heavy heart Fill me with love Miss Liberty, kiss

my thang You get in my way and I'll make ya'll faint Run your ass over like I was a train You talkin' ass bitches don't say my name And if you same my

traitors name My aim is dunk 'em like, I'm Chris Webber So many phony smilin' faces Traces of slander got 'em comin' outta funny places I had it an' hear

silence and I wove in song in my house far up north With a garden of wildness and merry sound spun I my words I listened to the wind and guided my thread

My heart was ance as blythe and free As simmer days were lang, But a bonnie westlin weaver lad Has gart me change my sang. Chorus: Tae the weaver's gin

sang wit it Peep the verbal language and the way we arranged it Now entertainment to make the people applaud I'm not trying to say my style is better