Testo Bad Card - Dub Pistols feat. Sir Real & Dan Bowskill
Testo della canzone Bad Card (Dub Pistols feat. Sir Real & Dan Bowskill), tratta dall'album Worshipping the Dollar
Dem a play rude, dem a draw bad card
Why you wanna make the poor man life hard
Dem a play rude, dem a draw bad card
We haffi work hard for we money
Dem a play rude, dem a draw bad card
Why you wanna make the poor man life hard
Dem a play rude, dem a draw bad card
We haffi work hard for we money
Yes, this a Madidian time
Nuff of the people dem turn into crime
Can't get a nickel and can't get a dime
Too much pressure, dem out of dem mind
Some sit pretty while sipping on wine
Hot inna di city, it's getting real gritty
The parliament ain't got no pity
Calamity inna di city, what a pity my guy
Shagga, Barry, Baba, crash windows and doors
Dem a run the town like rebels with a cause
Sugar never take food out of lion's paws
Dem a play rude, dem a draw bad card
Why you wanna make the poor man life hard
Dem a play rude, dem a draw bad card
We haffi work hard for we money
Dem a play rude, dem a draw bad card
Why you wanna make the poor man life hard
Dem a play rude, dem a draw bad card
We haffi work hard for we money
Yeah, no, we don't walk around no style
Holes in your hooded top, brick for a mobile
Nothing in the money pot, para shop, profile
Nothing where the money stops, money drops, go wild
If you ain't strapped any then you ain't jacked any
And you watch episodes on the old cracked telly
Looking bored, looking for a addy, that's a BlackBerry
Too slim, blue ting, need to get a fat belly
Listen, man'll get buried all day
When your girl on road for a twenty all day
Wanna fight like this is Tom and Jerry all day
We can all end up like Kenny all day
Dem a play rude, dem a draw bad card
Why you wanna make the poor man life hard
Dem a play rude, dem a draw bad card
We haffi work hard for we money
Dem a play rude, dem a draw bad card
Why you wanna make the poor man life hard
Dem a play rude, dem a draw bad card
We haffi work hard for we money
Got a hole inna my pocket, inflation start rocket
Bill pile up and me just can't hack it
Back against the wall and pupa start bawl
Equal rights and justice must stand for all
Never miss the roof till the rain starts to fall
Why you never answer the poor man's call?
Why you never answer the poor man's call?
Why we have to struggle on we bending knees?
Can't lay with dog and she rise with fleas
What does she have to do to pay college fees?
One spud inna di pot, have and have not
The rich man shine and we're left to rot
One shirt on me back, one shoe to me name
Have to make ends meet and hustle di game
One shirt on me back, one shoe to me name
Have to make ends meet to hustle di game
Credits
Writer(s): Barry Anthony Ashworth, Timothy John Hutton, William Alexander Hensel, Daniel Christopher Bowskill, Marcel Parker Atteen
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