Sound Bwoy Bureill (remix %232) - текст песни
Sound Bwoy Bureill (remix %232)
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Boot Camp Click Blackhart Scanvenger ridin through
Proceed mean forward
Gunshots mean rewind
You requested it so re rewind re rewind
Oh..cocoa brothers pon de borderline
Tess my sound and your dead same time...
Verse One:
Boom bye bye in a botty bwoy head
The shottie fly now the botty gon lie 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 tess the top dawg
I find his family to i.d. him in the 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 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/
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