Текст и слова песни Smif N Wessun – Sound Bwoy Bureill (remix)
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Boot Camp Click Blackhart Scanvenger ridin through
Proceed mean forward
Gunshots mean rewind
You requested it so re rewind re rewind
Oh..cocoa brothers pon de borderline
Tess my sound and your dead same time...
Verse One:
Boom bye bye in a botty bwoy head
The shottie fly now the botty gon lie dead
2 shots dead to him chin enemy a friend
Fake the funk I put the junk to an end
Now who da rude bwoy wan tess the top dawg
I find his family to i.d. him in the morgue
I bet you never thought I bust led
To prize/I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread/
You cant tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/
Recognize my boot camp click/outta Bucktown/
Gun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/
From the sess of cocoa/from mutha 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 dick rida/
Lick a shot punani/not gun fire/
Now every man wan 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/
Chorus
You see Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun
Its the Boot Camp Click
And you your gettin done
Me sing Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun
It's the Blackhart Scavenger you know your gettin done
Me sing Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun
Tess Smif N Wessun rasta know your gettin done
But me say Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun
Tess de Boot Camp Click and you know your gettin done
Me sing....
Verse Two:
Me naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/
The the other half/that be buggin over truth you see/
Original/criminal/run in town/crime pays/
Thats when I practised/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/L in power filla/
We bout to get illa/
Sound bwoy/ya got nuff reason to worry/
Boot Camp Click Blackhart Scanvenger ridin through
Proceed mean forward
Gunshots mean rewind
You requested it so re rewind re rewind
Oh..cocoa brothers pon de borderline
Tess my sound and your dead same time...
Verse One:
Boom bye bye in a botty bwoy head
The shottie fly now the botty gon lie dead
2 shots dead to him chin enemy a friend
Fake the funk I put the junk to an end
Now who da rude bwoy wan tess the top dawg
I find his family to i.d. him in the morgue
I bet you never thought I bust led
To prize/I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread/
You cant tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/
Recognize my boot camp click/outta Bucktown/
Gun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/
From the sess of cocoa/from mutha 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 dick rida/
Lick a shot punani/not gun fire/
Now every man wan 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/
Chorus
You see Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun
Its the Boot Camp Click
And you your gettin done
Me sing Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun
It's the Blackhart Scavenger you know your gettin done
Me sing Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun
Tess Smif N Wessun rasta know your gettin done
But me say Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun
Tess de Boot Camp Click and you know your gettin done
Me sing....
Verse Two:
Me naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/
The the other half/that be buggin over truth you see/
Original/criminal/run in town/crime pays/
Thats when I practised/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/L in power filla/
We bout to get illa/
Sound bwoy/ya got nuff reason to worry/
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