Ghetto Story Chapter 3 Cham (Ft. Akon)
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(Intro: Akon (Baby Cham))
And this is my story (True ghetto story)
And this is my story (Real ghetto story, Hey!)
(Verse 1: Akon)
See I was born poor like many men and didn't have nothin
Came to America try to make somethin out of somethin
You see we Africans we love huntin
Found my way up to the top like it wasn't nothin
And hooked up with some Puerto Ricans up in Jersey
We used to be called the Baldwin posse
Had it locked we zoned it up to Union City
And a couple of projects in New York City
(Verse 2: Baby Cham)
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
(Verse 3: Akon)
But cats know better than to play around me
And knew I kept the AK displayed around me
And I moved down to the A to find more cheese
And I found out cars make more than we
And this is my story (True ghetto story)
And this is my story (Real ghetto story, Hey!)
(Verse 1: Akon)
See I was born poor like many men and didn't have nothin
Came to America try to make somethin out of somethin
You see we Africans we love huntin
Found my way up to the top like it wasn't nothin
And hooked up with some Puerto Ricans up in Jersey
We used to be called the Baldwin posse
Had it locked we zoned it up to Union City
And a couple of projects in New York City
(Verse 2: Baby Cham)
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
(Verse 3: Akon)
But cats know better than to play around me
And knew I kept the AK displayed around me
And I moved down to the A to find more cheese
And I found out cars make more than we
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