Genaside II - Narra Mine (Original Mix) | Текст песни

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• Genaside II
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Mad midda mad midda mad midda mad midda me turn mad up
Mad midda mad midda mad midda mad midda me turn mad up, eh!
Mad midda mad midda mad midda mad midda me turn mad up
Mad midda mad midda mad midda mad midda me turn mad up
Me turn mad up
Killerman chat the mic me turn mad up
Killerman chat the mic me turn mad up
Idiot deejay dem a get jack up
chat too much and then ya get slap up
eh hold my ratchet knife, it just pick up
Straight to ya face, ya face it get wet up
Even in ya belly, ya belly it get cut up
Af we go article ta just big up
Genocide crew you know we don't ramp up
When you get kick up and slap up and bash up
phenomenon up pon ya mic, an me ruff
me pull up on and we call out to thee

Cos many of those, many of those, many of those don't know how to act
many of those d-d-d-d-d-d-don't know how to act
many of those, many of those, many of those don't know how to act
many of those d-d-d-d-d-d-don't know how to act
With the hotter hotter - say you no hotter hotter
and when you hafa hafa - hold it in ya ata ata
When we flash these lyrics we beg ya pay attention
D-O-N, understand me nah man
Understand me now Ladies and Gentleman
So michael jackson like he went before he was a badman
AK fire, and your legs start bun!
And you look like the boxer called George Foreman
Foreman was a boxer me say from america
Killerman me on the mic, come to take over
and when me hold the badger up me said it hot like fire
And the pum pum print a beg him kill him murder
Cos a this a yoot man pon your mic centre
We say anywhere we go we have to bun Babylon
And we chat microphone like this and that
And me keep on run and me keep on...

a-ggrr hotta a ggrrimini, ggrrimini, ggrrimini, ggrrimini-oo
a gimini Hotta pon ya mic a babbi-nabba-pappatoo, ma-na-ma
Hold up on the mic a say me o'bile for you-ah
When upon it them a gone up and screw
gwan them a never get mmm like me
one a-the days im look a see to get me hard degree
get to my days, a my day, a da-da dah
Murder them a, murder them a run like a who-oo

We're Genaside, calling through
Prophet to him, brock it to you
better body gal a you a stand up and true
gwaan like ya ruff, a you no ruff like a who
when we chat the mic and then me dagger pass through
one a one a two, a go a one dagger two, eh!
drop the mic an', pull up a style an'
mi get mi wickid up, while to while ah
release them shot, live from the gun u nuh
die one, and then me massive them a pile up
straight to he, and you no say riddim,
anywhere me go a say me pull out the clip, bo!
this raggamuffin say me ruff and tuff
me say anywhere we go the dancehall haf to brock
talk wise to woman and we talk like that
and we talk all the words for you dedication, eh!
this for me good, eh, this for me bad, eh,
rock the mic, and a tase up this land
hook up a little girl who was a bare imaginey
when me check it out she had a gun in her body
me na wan no dirrty girl, if she crabby crabby, eh!
true raggamuffin pon your mic em cee, bo!
drop the mic, i be full up of the style
say raggamuffin in a raggamuffin style, eh!
bo!


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