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a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
Wit no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way

that
You say you sold yo soul
Well nows the time for buying it back it’s RuLA
Sky views and the moon not blue tonight
Loud tunes, proud tunes make it

This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby

All my

Go hard nigga go hard
Go hard nigga go hard (Go Hard)
Go hard nigga go hard
Go hard nigga go hard
Nigga till we stompin the whole yard
You can either

Big For Your Boots

Stormzy

Gang Signs & Prayer

2017

Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like

Big For Your Boots

Stormzy

Gang Signs & Prayer

2017

Niggas ain't ready for my new stuff
You're a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BETs
I was covering Krept like

Ask Ya Self

Krumb Snatcha Mobsters

Snatcha Season, Vol. 2

2001

ready for the hardcore?

Ask ya self if you ready for drama
With two of the baddest motherfuckers ever to create, tunes to a lama
You fucking with

This tune's called Rihanna's Gun!
Wyclef, Cris Cab
All Handz On Deck
You hear me?
We're the best!
Lock the exits
You have just awaken the sleeping

Real Shit

Eric B. & Rakim

Classic

2003

is that ol' real shit 
This is the description of designs for you to listen to 
Reminiscin' the times and nothin' in particular 
Keep you goin' just

And you see in everything that I try
Told me stop sleeping on all the dreams that I got
Couple seasons come by, the yard's trees in the sky
Open your eyes

(Nah) Man can't accept that
Who told you, you could step back into the yard? Best correct that
Who? Him? He lied

Tell your people, it's repo
Don't bother

just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's

were just the words you'll never hear again
For the final time, you don't believe these fools
I've never seen a worker rock so many jewels
I've never

bad
I Get goons for the yard yard yard
Smoke up get high high high
Tell me what you like (what you like)
Money Dey for my mind
Me I no go lie (lieeee)

want my own crib
You already know how it is my nigga
We tryna put owners around own name this year
Do this shit for own kids and kids
I aint never tryna

there’s nothing more to me I can see 
You said stop that, baby, boohoo
Cry for me like Jodeci and I will tantalize you 
Open up like blossoms bloom and I

You're full of cravin' for a whip

This tune could win us a grammy
This tune could win us a grammy
This tune could win us a grammy

You're full

Surf Swag

Lil Wayne

No Ceilings

2010

pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store

I might pull up Double R put a Patek on my arm
Sun roof shit gone you can still see the stars
Palm Trees in the yard got trees in my palm
Foreigns

I'm fine
Just living my days out by the seaside and coming from Croydon Town I'm nice
Hear the sounds of the sea and the seagulls fly
Try harass me for

zoot
Cause I'm about to chat to you on this tune
Roll that j
Light that zoot
Cause I'm about to chat to you on this tune
I got a hatred for this

broken stings, in a yard with yard sale things, I'll tune you up till you sound like new, I'll think of her and I'll reach for you.
Old Guitar could you

I get lamba
I get lamba
Dream

I no get comma
For my lamba
When I sing dem dey dance to my tungba
Don't sit around waka
Tell me what you need I'll

for the money yo
Them can’t live life without money money
All honey want is money money
Want cook food and you want yard clean clean
Work and sweat for