Joey Stylez & Pete Sands - Holy Ghost *OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO (Directed By: Dark Shawn)
Special Thanks to Creative BC for all their support and investments into this Single and the "1222 Project".
Composed By: Jake Angel Beats Written By: Joseph LaPlante & Pete Sands Lead Guitar By: Graham Smith Mixed & Mastered By: Graham Smith Produced By: Joseph LaPlante for BLE$$ED STREET
Joey Styles & Pete Sands - Holy Ghost (Lyrics)
I’ve been working on this road for too damn long
asked the Holy Ghost to take me home he said son your already here
boy your gonna die out here alone your gonna work yourself to the bone daddy I’m sorry son this how it’s done the poor always eat on the floor
Let me talk to you quick home boy
If you don’t hussstsle than you don’t eat
Form a formation and blast on the beat
Do a street jig if you earn your keep
Real warriors get money lazy bones
Get zilch
I mean nada not a dollar bill y’all
Just sore stomach and aint no movement
I know you want this but who’s really do it
Make about billion help out my people
Stylez and sands were the red Beatles
Money changed me showed me who I could trust
God the spirit and Jesus
Get my gucci bag and my golden cross
Try pull my card kid count your loss
The natives is coming the smoke is thick
We aint the same like cops and bricks
I’ve been working on this road for too damn long
asked the Holy Ghost to take me home he said son your already here
boy your gonna die out here alone your gonna work yourself to the bone daddy I’m sorry son this how it’s done the poor always eat on the floor
Boot down the door 4 on the floor
Soonias on the beat made in the streets
Yall ain’t want smoke the ops get croaked
Real g’s don’t flip morals is code
Taken down giants, and strut like David
Aint nothing is free even ask the masons
I face it my human nature
I rep for my people and my reservation
Im cool even with the white men
And I ball with the brothers every day
The yellows and browns is my peeps
Im very well known in the streets
I put in dirt before the lion saved me
So I keep it gangster give praise to the father
Cuz real g’s seen the highs and lows
Aint nothing bling bright like the son’s glow
I’ve been working on this road for too damn long
asked the Holy Ghost to take me home he said son your already here
boy your gonna die out here alone your gonna work yourself to the bone daddy I’m sorry son this how it’s done the poor always eat on the floor