Testo Under Di Blood - Bounty Killer
Testo della canzone Under Di Blood (Bounty Killer), tratta dall'album Riddim Driven: Nookie 2k6
Yo
Warlord on the premises
Killing all adversaries and nemesis
Blessing cross all blemishes
War to dem loony
Cartoony
It's Warlord the five star general
War toonie
Cross
Huh
Hear me nuh
None of dem no badman
Act dem a act
Dem never see the Glock
Man a kill and me don't mock
When the Mac 90 knock
No bother call the doc
Kartel rise the calico
The wicked the flock
Rat patrol get rat trap
Cops turn handicap
Yeah, bare skull me crack
New body pon the track
Warlord no lef the K
Since me lend me gyal the Glock
So rifle shot it a go hit them up yah like a almanac
In a block me buss the mack
The purple match the bright go swap
And when it clap your ankle drop
So if you run your foot a pop
And when the Eagle pitch down hill
And the boy dem face just like a cap
Them come fi yap
Them bright go stop lef them a gap
Yo
Gun weh me buss a fi nobody, fi nobody
Me will bore you like a strainer with the magi, the magi
Your body baptize under the blood like daddy, daddy
Murder dem fi son Addi, dem nuh ready fi your daddy
Yo
Gun weh me buss a fi nobody, fi nobody
Me will bore you like a strainer with the magi, the magi
Your body baptize under the blood like daddy, daddy
Murder dem fi son Addi, dem nuh ready fi your daddy
Pass me the calico
Make me done the jegs
Them acting like a thugs but me see say them a feds
Bullet a go pluck them like the fallen lady eggs
You nuh ready fi no war, ya
Go hold a rasta medz
Bullet inna keg
Black blood weh bruk legs
When the 12 gauge a peg
Kick like Dydee Wretch
Llama through the fence
Kick down to the fence
You sit here like a fish when a man touch your flesh
Yo
Gun weh me buss a fi nobody, fi nobody
Me will bore you like a strainer with the magi, the magi
Your body baptize under the blood like daddy, daddy
Murder dem fi son Addi, dem nuh ready fi your daddy
Yo
Gun weh me buss a fi nobody, fi nobody
Me will bore you like a strainer with the magi, the magi
Your body baptize under the blood like daddy, daddy
Murder dem fi son Addi, dem nuh ready fi your daddy
None of dem no badman
Act dem a act
Dem never see the Glock
Man a kill and me don't mock
When the Mac 90 knock
No bother call the doc
Kartel rise the calico
The wicked the flock
Rat patrol get rat trap
Cops turn handicap
Yeah, bare skull me crack
New body pon the track
Warlord no lef the K
Since me lend me gyal the Glock
So rifle shot it a go hit them up yah like a almanac
In a block me buss the mack
The purple match the bright go swap
And when it clap your ankle drop
So if you run your foot a pop
And when the Eagle pitch down hill
And the boy dem face just like a cap
Them come fi yap
Them bright go stop lef them a gap
Yo
Gun weh me buss a fi nobody, fi nobody
Me will bore you like a strainer with the magi, the magi
Your body baptize under the blood like daddy, daddy
Murder dem fi son Addi, dem nuh ready fi your daddy
Yo
Gun weh me buss a fi nobody, fi nobody
Me will bore you like a strainer with the magi, the magi
Your body baptize under the blood like daddy, daddy
Murder dem fi son Addi, dem nuh ready fi your daddy
Pass me the calico
Make me done the jegs
Them acting like a thugs but me see say them a feds
Bullet a go pluck them like the fallen lady eggs
You nuh ready fi no war, ya
Go hold a rasta medz
Bullet inna keg
Black blood weh bruk legs
When the 12 gauge a peg
Kick like Dydee Wretch
Llama through the fence
Kick down to the fence
You sit here like a fish when a man touch your flesh
Yo
Gun weh me buss a fi nobody, fi nobody
Me will bore you like a strainer with the magi, the magi
Your body baptize under the blood like daddy, daddy
Murder dem fi son Addi, dem nuh ready fi your daddy
Yo
Gun weh me buss a fi nobody, fi nobody
Me will bore you like a strainer with the magi, the magi
Your body baptize under the blood like daddy, daddy
Murder dem fi son Addi, dem nuh ready fi your daddy
Never
Warlord the five star general
Head of state killing another
Dem chicken feet
Dem baby
Dem chicken wing
Dem chicken toes
I don't even know
Cuffing with fools
Came down to step
Loony
It's Warlord
The head of state
They should know
Clear out
Highly established
My guns need room to air out
Uh-huh
Before your food get dashed and
They know
Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Price, Lloyd James, Adidja Palmer, Jammy James
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