Testo Warning - Ruger
Testo della canzone Warning (Ruger), tratta dall'album The Second Wave (Deluxe)
(Kukuruku)
Don't try me, don't try me, don't
Don't try me, don't try me, don't
Don't try me, don't try me, don't
Ahn-ahn
Yeah
You wanna murder-murder my head
I swear, me, I no fear them
Dem killa-killa, cover dem face
I swear, me, I see dem clear
Nothin' the devil fit do 'cause my Jah dey my back, Jah dey my back
Nothin' dem bad man 'cause my goons dey my back, goons dey my back
If dem do anyhow, dem go see anyhow, see anyhow
Nobody butter my bread, na my God dey do am, God dey do am na
I no pray for my enemies to die
But, make dem live, make dem see me dey shine
Mama tell me "make mi watch clearly"
'Cause some Gees gat clause, they might wan tear me
Nobody fit know (know), the way dem dey pull me inna the stage, yeah-yeah
The government dem see (dem see)
The killings, the shootings but dem deaf
Dem ah smoke ganja, dem ah smoke heroine (heroine)
Every other day, dem ah burst the codeine
I gat no bouncer, Jehovah Elohim (Elohim)
This is ah spiritual ting, yeah-yeah
You wanna murder-murder my head
I swear, me, I no fear them
Dem killa-killa, cover dem face
I swear, me, I see dem clear
Nothin' the devil fit do 'cause my Jah dey my back, Jah dey my back
Nothin' dem bad man 'cause my goons dey my back, goons dey my back
If dem do anyhow, dem go see anyhow, see anyhow
Nobody butter my bread, na my God dey do am, God dey do am na
Pree, ayy
No woman, no cry
You close your eye before dem pepper your eye
If you live or die, only Jah fit decide (decide)
You no fit decide, yeah
Nobody fit know, the way dem dey pull me inna the stage, yeah-yeah
You claim you're my bro (my bro)
I wan ask you one question
Where you dey when I dey hear Starboy Wizzy?
D'Prince of Effizzy, Lucky Dube, Burna Boy and Bob Marley
D'Banj, 2Baba, Sound Sultan and Baba D
This is ah musical ting, yeah-yeah
You wanna murder-murder my head
I swear, me, I no fear them (me, I no fear them)
Dem killa-killa, cover dem face
I swear, me, I see dem clear
Nothin' the devil fit do 'cause my Jah dey my back, Jah dey my back (Jah dey my back, Jah dey my back)
Nothin' dem bad man 'cause my goons dey my back, goons dey my back (goons dey my back, goons dey my back)
If dem do anyhow, dem go see anyhow, see anyhow
Nobody butter my bread, na my God dey do am, God dey do am na
Dem ah shock, it was too soon (too soon)
When I pull up in a Beamer in a blue moon (blue moon)
No try me, the Ruger gonna shoot you
And screw you-'ou-'ou
No-Nobody fit know, the way dem dey pull me inna the stage, yeah-yeah
The government dem see
The killings, the shootings but dem deaf (yeah, yeah)
You wanna murder-murder my head
I swear, me, I no fear them
Dem killa-killa, cover dem face
I swear, me, I see dem clear
Nothin' the devil fit do 'cause my Jah dey my back, Jah dey my back
Nothin' dem bad man 'cause my goons dey my back, goons dey my back
If dem do anyhow, dem go see anyhow, see anyhow
(Swaps)
Nobody butter my bread, na my God dey do am, God dey do am na
(Kukuruku)
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Olayinka, Martins Uche
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