Testo London Sound - Freestylers
Testo della canzone London Sound (Freestylers), tratta dall'album Pressure Point
A your sound a your sound, and my sound is my sound
Any sound test get brought down
You get that?
Who come make the dance ram?
Who come make the dance ram?
Night and day, night and day
No other sound but the champion sound from a London town
A me a ask them
Who come make the dance talk?
Who come make the dance talk?
Night and day, night and day
No other sound but the champion sound from a London town
What, you don't know?
Who you think you is and what you trying to prove?
You sight my sound and come talk 'bout "don't move"
My sound nuh ramp fi lick you out of your shoes
Sound boy, you must be confused
You rude!
A bend up fi your face, you a gwan like you're hyper
A hitch upon a pose like your name was "The Sniper"
Well, me a sparse, bigga dem call me "Terminator"
So, divvy, divvy, sound boy, just move from 'bout here
So!
Who come make the dance ram?
Who come make the dance ram?
Night and day, night and day
No other sound but the champion sound from a London town
A me a ask them
Who come make the dance talk?
Who come make the dance talk?
Night and day, night and day
No other sound but the champion sound from a London town
What, you don't know?
Now listen to the funk
Rugged and raw
Now listen to the funk
Bust - Bust - Bust the style that I'm kicking
Now listen to the funk
Rugged and raw
Now listen to the funk
What, you don't know?
Two sound sing up inna dance hall arena
Ready fi the clash like two gladiator
Listen to the bass as it come through the speaker
Pull up! Pull up! Pull up my selector!
My sound wicked, and my sound criss
Never, ever, ever heard a sound like this
Any sound come talk 'bout you waan diss
Brrrrrr, deh pon mi hit list
We run the dance, we run the dance, we run
The dance, we run the dance, we run the dance
We got the dance, we got the dance, we got
The dance, we got the dance, we got the dance
Too hot fi dem, too hot fi dem, too hot
Fi dem, too hot fi dem, too hot fi dem
Too bad fi dem, too bad fi dem, too bad
Fi dem, too bad fi dem, too bad fi dem
Who come make the dance ram?
Who come make the dance ram?
Night and day, night and day
No other sound but the champion sound from a London town
A me a ask them
Who come make the dance talk?
Who come make the dance talk?
Night and day, night and day
No other sound but the champion sound from a London town
What, you don't know?
Tell them already, make we tell them again
Tell them already, make we tell them again
We a sound killer
We a sound killer
Ribby-dibby-dibby-dibby-doo, baby
Tell them already, make we tell them again
Tell them already, make we tell them again
We a sound killer
We a sound killer
Ribby-dibby-dibby-dibby-doo, baby
Yes, Tenor Fly, you a fi call Don, man
Sit upon the riddim like a bullet inna gun, man
Rat tings, I know you cah so inna London
Lord, where you get dem riddim? A weh you from, man?
If a boy a pose and a gwan like bad man
Kick down a boy like a we name Jackie Chan
Chump down a boy like a we name Tyson
'Cause me guess what? I'm the right hand man
Now listen to the funk
Rugged and raw
Now listen to the funk
Bust - Bust - Bust the style that I'm kicking
Now listen to the funk
Rugged and raw
Now listen to the funk
What, you don't know?
A your sound a your sound, and my sound is my sound
Any sound test get brought down
You get that?
Who come make the dance ram?
Who come make the dance ram?
Night and day, night and day
No other sound but the champion sound from a London town
Bust the style that I'm kicking
Who come make the dance ram?
Who come make the dance ram?
Night and day, night and day
No other sound but the champion sound from a London town
A me a ask them
Who come make the dance talk?
Who come make the dance talk?
Night and day, night and day
No other sound but the champion sound from a London town
What, you don't know?
Now listen to the funk
Rugged and raw
Now listen to the funk
Bust - Bust - Bust the style that I'm kicking
Now listen to the funk
Rugged and raw
Now listen to the funk
What, you don't know?
Bust - Bust - Bust the style that I'm kicking
Take that, motherfuckers!
Credits
Writer(s): Aston Harvey, Matthew David Cantor, Jonathan Eric Sutter
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