Текст песни Smif-N-Wessun - Sound Bwoy Bureill
Smif-N-Wessun - Sound Bwoy Bureill слова песни
Verse One:Boom bye bye/in a botty bwoy head/the shottie fly now/the botty ly like dead/2 shots dead to him chin/enemy a friend/fake the funk/I put the junk to an end/Now who da rude bwoy/wan come tess dogg/I find his family/and I.D. em in da morgue/I bet you never thought I bust led/To prize/I`m a fortified blunt head just like a dread/You cant tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/recognize the boot camp click/in a de Bucktown/Gun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/from the sess of chocolate/from my dick gastin/You say you number one wicked selecta/I say you punani/and I wetcha/Keep the bull/before I pull this here trigga/cause you don`t wanna tess me/when I`m tipsy off the liquor/Like a punk they call McGirt/got his feelings hurt/showed his true colors/had to yank up his skirt/now he`s in misery/tryin to cop a plea/led to his head/from gun clapper number 3/see/lick off a shot you no dick rida/lick a shot punani/not gun fire/Now everybody wanna be dongongon/all around New York niggas be talkin/but we be stalkin/in the docks when the gun starts buckin/but in the day/be wary of where you be walkin/ChorusDON`T...DON`T....DON`T you ever mention bout you wantess the champion sound/leave it to de people that can you know that canwhen people see them a ball faLEAVE!Verse Two:Me naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/the motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see/original/criminal/run in town/crime pays/thats when I practised/your act if/you wan get blastedby my nine shot/come around my block/pon the night spot/in the Pine box/Murderah...Botty bwoy killa/Golden power filla/we bout to get illa/Sound bwoy/ya got nuff reason to worry/cummin wit my troops/we about to bury/betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry/Ease off sean/Lookin at my pager/it`s about that time/to load up the 9/and do my derelict crime/warriors/conquerors/the man before ya/Mr. Ripper/a.k.a. the enemy killa/my man wit the weed/is my man in deed/and all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed/Talkin bout you have sound/ah my sound you wan tess/You neva know/that when it comes to championship/is we dat have de management/and carry mack/use you for good use/cuz wee de good crewLEAVE!Verse Three:Laud!/Some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke/as I retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots/Target pon sight/trick up and cock/adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk/Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year/here comes the bootcamp/slide it to the rear/Its the rain cummin like a hurricane lickin shots/more untouchable/than niggas wit de chicken pox/So/emcees get lifted when I`m spliffted/Nigga guard ya grill/cause Louisville packs the biscut/In the session/Smif N Wessun/O-G`s see/gun clapper number 1/wit my nigga D-O-G....We bring the realness/feel this/boom it`s Black Moon revealthis/we come to let you know/what the deal is/Straight up we serve justice/so if you can`t be trusted/may you return where the dust is..There is many sound thats goin around/and goin on/and gwan like a clown/but I`m tellin you..Clean up your act/and come to de livestock cuz you a deadstock from mornin to deevenin/now everthing changed...