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Nardo Ranks

Genres: Electronic

Them A Bleach Lyrics - Nardo Ranks

Here's my ghetto story 

Been in hell, through the fire 

Now gonna take it higher 

Here's my survival story 

So many reasons to sing this 

Now we got the keys to the kingdom 

 

I remember those days when hell was my home 

When me and mama bed was a big piece of 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 take me snow cone 

And make him licke 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 

And mi best friend Richie get, two inna him dome 

I remember so the Avenue tun inna war zone 

An Mickey madda fly him out 'cuz she get a loan 

 

But, Mickey go to foreign and go tun Al Capone 

Mek whole heap a money and seen in our own 

Now a we a lock the city and that is well known 

Yesterday Mikey call me pan mi phone, me say Mikey 

 

We get da kingdom, dem outta luck now 

Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a don't know 

We have whole heap a extra clip 'cause we nuh broke no 

Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah 

 

We got the kingdom so we have to make way 

We take it from the bottom to the top, baby 

And now the whole community can live greatly 

Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah 

 

I remember those days when we was dead broke 

And I could barely find a dollar for a token 

Hop in the train just to get where I'm going 

Hobos after me and runnin' like I'm smokin' 

 

Remember those days when I went to bed hungry 

All I ever ate was white rice and honey 

Big dreams in my head empty my tummy 

Might crack a smile but ain't nothin' funny 

 

I remember playin' over needles in the streets 

Everywhere I go, a man want some part of me 

Dirty, dirty those hookas and hoes on 11th Avenue 

Sellin' bodies for dough 

 

Remember cryin' sayin' that will never be me 

Gonna make it someday, gotta be somebody 

Say mommy, dont worry, it's just you and me 

But one day we will get out of this misery, hey 

 

We get da kingdom, dem outta luck now 

Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a don't know 

We have whole heap a extra clip 'cause we nuh broke no 

Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah 

 

We got the kingdom so we have to make way 

We take it from the bottom to the top, baby 

And now the whole community can live greatly 

Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah 

 

Here's my ghetto story 

Been in hell through the fire 

Now gonna take it higher 

Here's my survival story 

So many reasons to sing this 

Now we got the keys to the kingdom 

 

Jamaica get screw tru greed and glutton 

Politics manipulate and press yutes button 

But we rich now so dem can tell man notin' 

'Cuz a we a mek mama a nyaam fish and mutton, hey 

 

Ova dehso mek mi tell unnu somethin' 

Tru mi dey a foreign now a guy kill me cousin 

An mi here sey TD deh dey but him say he wasn't 

Anytime mi fly down him a get 'bout dozen, 'cause 

 

We get da kingdom, dem outta luck now 

Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a don't know 

We have whole heap a extra clip 'cause we nuh broke no 

Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah 

 

We got the kingdom so we have to make way 

We take it from the bottom to the top, baby 

And now the whole community can live greatly 

Rah, Rah, Rah, Rah 

 

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 take me snow cone 

And make him licke 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 

And mi best friend Richie get two inna him dome 

I remember so the Avenue tun inna war zone 

And Mickey madda fly him out 'cause 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 Mikey call me pan mi phone, me say Mikey 

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