Sound Bwoy Bureill - Smif-N-Wessun/Starang Wonduh.lrc

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[00:00.41]Sound Bwoy Bureill -Smif-N-Wessun
[00:16.990]Boom bye bye in a botty bwoy head
[00:19.750]The shottie fly now the botty ly like dead
[00:22.510]2shots dead to him chin enemy a friend
[00:25.719]Fake the funk I put the junk to an end
[00:27.969]Now who da rude bwoy wan come tess dogg
[00:30.609]I find his family and ID 'em in da morgue
[00:33.409]I bet you never thought I bust led
[00:35.479]To prize I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread
[00:38.477]You can't tess the champion sound you gettin'bucked down
[00:41.726]Recognize the boot camp click in a de Bucktown
[00:44.795]Gun thirsty little bastard always blasted
[00:47.854]From the sess of chocolate from my d**k gastin'
[00:50.324]You say you number one wicked selecta
[00:53.62]I say you punani and I wetcha
[00:55.881]Keep the bull before I pull this here trigga
[00:58.281]'Cause you don't wanna tess me when I'm tipsy off the liquor
[01:00.661]Like a punk they call McGirt got his feelings hurt
[01:03.940]Showed his true colors had to yank up his skirt
[01:06.500]Now he's in misery tryin'to cop a plea
[01:09.390]Led to his head from gun clapper number 3
[01:11.820]See lick off a shot you no d**k rida
[01:14.849]Lick a shot punani not gun fire
[01:17.529]Now everybody wanna be dongongon
[01:20.309]All around New York niggas be talkin'but we be stalkin'
[01:23.468]In the docks when the gun starts buckin'
[01:25.788]But in the day be wary of where you be walkin'
[01:28.737]Don't don't don't
[01:32.655]You ever mention 'bout you wan tess the champion sound
[01:36.75]Leave it to de people that can you know that can
[01:39.155]When people see them a ball fa leave
[01:44.874]Me naw sex me ruff like the wicked you fe me
[01:48.54]The mother****er that be buggin'over truth you see
[01:50.793]Original criminal run in town crime pays
[01:54.372]That's when I practiced your act if you wan get blasted
[01:57.502]By my nine shot come around my block
[01:59.912]Pon the night spot
[02:00.792]In the Pine box Murderah Botty bwoy killa
[02:04.700]Golden power filla we 'bout to get illa
[02:07.390]Sound bwoy ya got nuff reason to worry
[02:10.768]Cummin'with my troops we about to bury
[02:13.458]Betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry
[02:16.468]Ease off sean
[02:18.308]Lookin'at my pager it's about that time
[02:21.08]To load up the 9and do my derelict crime
[02:23.808]Warriors conquerors the man before ya
[02:26.658]Mr Ripper AKA the enemy killa
[02:29.318]My man wit the weed is my man in deed
[02:31.978]And all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed
[02:34.928]Talkin''bout you have sound ah my sound you wan tess
[02:39.517]You neva know that when it comes to championship
[02:41.827]Is we dat have de management
[02:44.586]And carry mack use you for good use 'cuz wee de good crew leave
[02:51.475]Laud some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke
[02:54.105]As I retrieve the 2-5from my timboots
[02:57.345]Target pon sight trick up and c**k
[02:59.635]Adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk
[03:02.445]Nuff p***yhole gwan die dis year
[03:05.165]Here comes the bootcamp slide it to the rear
[03:07.915]It's the rain cummin'like a hurricane lickin'shots
[03:10.695]More untouchable than niggas wit de chicken pox
[03:13.465]So emcees get lifted when I'm spliffted
[03:15.933]Nigga guard ya grill 'cause Louisville packs the biscui
[03:19.23]In the session Smif-N-Wessun O-G's see gun clapper number 1
[03:22.722]Wit my nigga D O
[03:24.112]We bring the realness feel this boom it's Black Moon reveal this
[03:28.180]We come to let you know what the deal is
[03:30.450]Straight up we serve justice so if you can't be trusted
[03:33.970]May you return where the dust is
[03:37.10]There is many sound that's goin'around and goin'on
[03:40.799]And gwan like a clown but I'm tellin'you clean up your act
[03:45.528]And come to de livestock 'cuz you a deadstock
[03:47.958]From mornin'to de evenin'now everything changed
文本歌词
Sound Bwoy Bureill -Smif-N-Wessun
Boom bye bye in a botty bwoy head
The shottie fly now the botty ly like dead
2shots dead to him chin enemy a friend
Fake the funk I put the junk to an end
Now who da rude bwoy wan come tess dogg
I find his family and ID 'em in da morgue
I bet you never thought I bust led
To prize I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread
You can't tess the champion sound you gettin'bucked down
Recognize the boot camp click in a de Bucktown
Gun thirsty little bastard always blasted
From the sess of chocolate from my d**k gastin'
You say you number one wicked selecta
I say you punani and I wetcha
Keep the bull before I pull this here trigga
'Cause you don't wanna tess me when I'm tipsy off the liquor
Like a punk they call McGirt got his feelings hurt
Showed his true colors had to yank up his skirt
Now he's in misery tryin'to cop a plea
Led to his head from gun clapper number 3
See lick off a shot you no d**k rida
Lick a shot punani not gun fire
Now everybody wanna be dongongon
All around New York niggas be talkin'but we be stalkin'
In the docks when the gun starts buckin'
But in the day be wary of where you be walkin'
Don't don't don't
You ever mention 'bout you wan tess the champion sound
Leave it to de people that can you know that can
When people see them a ball fa leave
Me naw sex me ruff like the wicked you fe me
The mother****er that be buggin'over truth you see
Original criminal run in town crime pays
That's when I practiced your act if you wan get blasted
By my nine shot come around my block
Pon the night spot
In the Pine box Murderah Botty bwoy killa
Golden power filla we 'bout to get illa
Sound bwoy ya got nuff reason to worry
Cummin'with my troops we about to bury
Betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry
Ease off sean
Lookin'at my pager it's about that time
To load up the 9and do my derelict crime
Warriors conquerors the man before ya
Mr Ripper AKA the enemy killa
My man wit the weed is my man in deed
And all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed
Talkin''bout you have sound ah my sound you wan tess
You neva know that when it comes to championship
Is we dat have de management
And carry mack use you for good use 'cuz wee de good crew leave
Laud some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke
As I retrieve the 2-5from my timboots
Target pon sight trick up and c**k
Adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk
Nuff p***yhole gwan die dis year
Here comes the bootcamp slide it to the rear
It's the rain cummin'like a hurricane lickin'shots
More untouchable than niggas wit de chicken pox
So emcees get lifted when I'm spliffted
Nigga guard ya grill 'cause Louisville packs the biscui
In the session Smif-N-Wessun O-G's see gun clapper number 1
Wit my nigga D O
We bring the realness feel this boom it's Black Moon reveal this
We come to let you know what the deal is
Straight up we serve justice so if you can't be trusted
May you return where the dust is
There is many sound that's goin'around and goin'on
And gwan like a clown but I'm tellin'you clean up your act
And come to de livestock 'cuz you a deadstock
From mornin'to de evenin'now everything changed