Текст песни Smif-N-Wessun - Sound Bwoy Bureill (remix #2)
Smif-N-Wessun - Sound Bwoy Bureill (remix #2) слова песни
X-amount a tingsBoot Camp Click Blackhart Scanvenger ridin throughProceed mean forwardgunshots mean rewindyou requested it so re-rewind re-rewindoh..cocoa brothers pon de borderlinetess my sound and your dead same time...Verse One:Boom bye bye in a botty bwoy headthe shottie fly now the botty gon lie dead2 shots dead to him chin enemy a friendfake the funk I put the junk to an endNow who da rude bwoy wan tess the top dawgI find his family to i.d. him in the morgue I bet you never thought I bust ledTo prize/I`m a fortified blunt head just like a dread/You cant tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/recognize my boot camp click/outta Bucktown/Gun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/from the sess of cocoa/from mutha 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 every man wan 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/ChorusYou see Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi funIts the Boot Camp Clickand you your gettin doneme sing Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi funit`s the Blackhart Scavenger you know your gettin doneme sing Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi funtess Smif N Wessun rasta know your gettin donebut me say Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi funtess de Boot Camp Click and you know your gettin doneme sing....Verse Two:Me naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/the the other half/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/L in 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 seen/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/ChorusYou see Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi funtess de Boot Camp Clickyou your gettin doneme sing Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi funtess de Smif N Wessun and you know your gettin doneme say..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/hurricane still lickin shots/more untouchable than niggas wit the chicken pox/dreads and fros out to get the dough like this quickfrom now until Louisville still packs the biscuitNighty now..Smif N Wessun, O.G.C.`s its the beast from the eastwit gun clapper number 3We 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...Outro:You know..Sound Bwoy dead so we lick off dem head man for realits Smif N Wessun long side Blackhart Scavengerridin through and when we look a when we look and say...tell dem fi come if a trouble dem wantboy we a go lick dem wit de finesse and charmTell dem fi come if a trouble dem a looktake a look take a look in a Camp lyric smokeTell dem fi come if a trouble dem a wantboy we a go lick dem wit de finesse and charmtell dem fi come if a trouble dem a looktake a look take a look in a Scavenger lyric smokecuz every page full a styleand full of a fashionwe don`t believe in pirate materialmy lyrics no rush andwell original christen and stampwit de seal of approval....Original true possegive me de siganlput dem to bed and give de bureilme say Sound Bureil and we don`t take dat fi fun(fades out)