Testo B-Boy Stance - Freestylers
Testo della canzone B-Boy Stance (Freestylers), tratta dall'album We Rock Hard
Yeah!
Now listen to di fly alongside the freestylers, original gangsters
If you test a youth, then you end up inna plaster
And your days over, you dig?
Badman, why you want fi chuck it pon we?
Gyal say, "Dustin' all the community"
You might frighten them, but you don't frighten we
Woah, b-b-b-b-b-b-boi
Mr. Badman, why you want fi chuck it pon we?
Gyal say, "Dustin' all the community"
You might frighten them, but you don't frighten we
Woah, b-b-b-b-b-b-boi
Mr. Badman, badman, badman, badman
You know why?
Well!
This is Tenor, Five, and the youth freestylers
Original rude boy, original gangsters
If you test a youth, then your days are over
Boy, you no see your days are numbered
Ramp, we no joker, we no skin teeter
Rude boy a turn and we a fat boy a skeeter
Any boy test, a then him must get di feature
No surrender, and no defeat, 'cause
Boy try test, and then we lick off him head
Pure gunshot to a sound boy head
Know say we fire pure copper and lead
Boy, say say you're sorry
See we and dem no know we
And dem claim say dem bad like we
We are the original rude boy
And if a boy try test, a then him dead on me
Because
Badman, why you want fi chuck it pon we?
Gyal say, "Dustin' all the community"
You might frighten them, but you don't frighten we
Woah, b-b-b-b-b-b-boi
Mr. Badman, why you want fi chuck it pon we?
Gyal say, "Dustin' all the community"
You might frighten them, but you don't frighten we
Woah, b-b-b-b-b-b-boi
Mr. Badman, badman, badman, badman
You know why?
After we just come from prison and we get we parole
Inna fi we town where we mek a little stroll
In we palace, silk shirts, two piece of gold
But if a we hit, we a you we fi build home
This is not Robert De Niro or Al Pacino
We say freestylers, you end up inna sorrow
Boom, boom, say you never see tomorrow
Boy, you end up inna sorrow
Boom, boom, that a di sound of di gun
Boom, boom, you see a boy, him a run
Boom, boom, and we just a have fun
Because
See we and dem no know we
And dem claim say dem bad like we
We are the original rude boy
And if a boy try test, a then him dead on me
Because
Freestylers lick off him head
In the b-boy stance
Freestylers lick off him head
In the b-boy stance
Because
First they hear we, and then they know we
And at the yard, that's a place fi come test we
Now dem test we, them a go sorry
Now them get we mad and angry, because
Badman, why you want fi chuck it pon we?
Gyal say, "Dustin' all the community"
You might frighten them, but you don't frighten we
Woah, b-b-b-b-b-b-boi
First they hear we, and then they know we
And at the yard, that's a place fi come test we
Now dem test we, them a go sorry
Now them get we mad and angry, because
Badman, why you want fi chuck it pon we?
Gyal say, "Dustin' all the community"
You might frighten them, but you don't frighten we
Woah, b-b-b-b-b-b-boi
Mr. Badman, badman, badman, badman
Yeah!
Now listen to di fly alongside the freestylers, original gangsters
If you test a youth, then you end up inna plaster
And your days over, you dig?
Credits
Writer(s): Aston Harvey, Winston Delano Riley, Matthew David Cantor, Jonathan Eric Sutter, Andy Gardner
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