《Real Bad Man》歌词

[00:03:17] Intro (1)

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[00:03:17] Oh, a dat a oonu a gwan wid

[00:03:17] Oonu a bawl, caan oonu claim mi come pon t.v wid rupaul

[00:03:17] No man caan jump bad man wall

[00:03:17] No naah stall alright first

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[00:03:17] Intro (2)

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[00:03:17] Dong dong, dong dong, dogger diggy diggy

[00:03:17] Dong dong, dong dong, dogger diggy diggy

[00:03:17] Dong dong, dong dong, dogger diggy diggy

[00:03:17] Dong, words wid meaning, hey

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[00:03:17] Chorus:

[00:03:17] Man a bad man and man nuh mingle wid nuh rodman

[00:03:17] And if yuh dis di program yuh is a dead man

[00:03:17] Either by a shot or yuh hang

[00:03:17] Jah jah ranks pass mi m-i

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[00:03:17] Verse 1:

[00:03:17] (niggers bleed jus like us) picture me being fraid of a

[00:03:17] Bwoy weh bus di same gun as me

[00:03:17] (niggers bleed jus like us) picture me being fraid to defend my life a g.p

[00:03:17] (niggers bleed jus like us) picture me run away from a fight a some bwoy mussy bright

[00:03:17] (niggers bleed jus like us) picture me being fraid fi lock off a bwoy life like a light

[00:03:17] Willie haffi squeeze the desert es

[00:03:17] Better yuh ease nigger leave

[00:03:17] Well gun shot a surround yuh like breeze

[00:03:17] Well copper shot a tek a bwoy like bees

[00:03:17] Caan believe, yuh hear mi steve, bad man just get grieve and sing seh

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[00:03:17] Chorus

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[00:03:17] Verse 2:

[00:03:17] Well fi live dung ainna di jungle yuh haffi have whole heap a skill

[00:03:17] Yuh haffi tek a lot a chill pill to kill

[00:03:17] Well big up all di man dem from warricka hill, hill, hill

[00:03:17] What is my favourite attack when mi dress up in a mi frock

[00:03:17] Wid mi wig pon mi head, sixteen over back

[00:03:17] Bragga dagga dagga da twenty five body drop

[00:03:17] But mr. ria, mr. squire, bredda nia, bad man a flex like vampire

[00:03:17] Mi wi shot dung a bwoy and nyam him liver

[00:03:17] But first the d.j haffi utter

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[00:03:17] Verse 3:

[00:03:17] Weh yuh think all my guns are for

[00:03:17] Forty-five in control jus to explode on a bwoy soul

[00:03:17] Time changing things re-arranging more guns bussing

[00:03:17] More man dying from back in the days of pure mass murdering

[00:03:17] Well everyday yuh hear another likkle youth gone

[00:03:17] And another m-16 man born

[00:03:17] Man plant peas and waan reap corn

[00:03:17] What a gwaan, what a gwaan