Lyrics:
Some bwoy a do talk-by shooting
Breeze cock dem tongue
Nuttin but some loaded lips
You know how we roll
When dem a mek noise, we nuh mek noise
Dem a go
is well" I'm high as hell
I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin'
Lay your nuts on the dresser
is well" I'm high as hell
I'll beat you with a live cat when I'm swinging him by his tail
I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin'
Lay your nuts on the dresser
to live?
Y'know you really can't say that ya blame niggas
Fuck bein tame, set aflame, time to aim triggers
2Pac'll spark a revolution, fuck
and you and your whole bitch ass crew
Everybody wants to talk to the talk, but nobody wants to talk the talk
Break me down piece by piece you'll never get
with your wooden cart that you push along while you walk
Hey, salesman, got a little dog whose tail wags when you talk
You always wear a smile, even
but I no send dia eye.
Pre-Chorus:
Dem go talk say I too much,
But I get dat magic touch,
Make dem yarn, make dem rush,
I dey here, I dey live my life.
The way you look, the way you talk,
The way you walk away
Oh I can't take
[Chorus]
Heartache by numbers
From violet to grey
I paint all your colours
physically fit
Dem sell out worse than d market
Cause me know dem boy love talk an thing
Me an two bad freaks lock down in a quarantine
See d glory
But dem
I ain't got no time to talk
If these niggas getting money
Tell em' bring dem bands out
Bring dem, bring dem bands out
(my life is a movie)
Bring dem
my pocket
Yo heard, with my head I cock it, and rock it like that brother in colors
'Cause I want y'all to live, my crew is 2 Live, we sneakin'
[Chorus: x2]
I be reppin' my city I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city er er er'y night
I be reppin' my city
I be
girlfriends
Been in the party bumping on waterbeds
Two by the leg
Two by the head
It's crazy, driving miss dasy
Got white girls going crazy
Damdama, last king
out, or in this case the dough
Roll with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to grandmama
The bitch ain't done, she still lives
knock out
Yuh wah fi war me when mi rifle dem stock out
Yuh muss crack out, me deevn' care
Mi open head mek brain drop out
When di bombohole a talk me put
Haha
Dem dead like dawg (Ah wah do dem with dem fake badness, ah wah dem a try prove)
Send wi ah send dem a morgue (Suh wi tell dem)
All dem ah talk
of dem loving
Aay
[3rd verse]
You know say man taya
Ibe by grace no be fire ay
If I for talk you no go understand
Baba God emake I dey go higher ay
My
Know we walk by shootin' jam 2
If a dem alone, nobody nuh dead
If a we alone, everyday another marrow spread
Mr laing and bigga ford cyaa
Save yuh big
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
chaser
Nah talk money then lata (Hmmm!)
Send fi the bottle girl dem
Plus a waiter
Bring the Hennessy by the case nuh(Hmmm!)
Henny wit no chaser
Nah talk
know why? 'Cause I got her open (alright)
That pussy soakin' (uh)
Fuck is you promotin' (uh)
Yeah, you claim you rage, you hatin' like you live in
Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife
Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes
Mama
a gyal u nuh d 1 nor 2
Who dem a try play wid u
Better find sumn safe to do
Ina dis life of sin
Me full a hoes like pimp
But u d one am into
Cz u stand by
y'all
My crew'll break each shoulder
I'm that nigga they talk about on street soldiers
Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers
We keep
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