《Sound Bwoy Bureill(Jaguar Skills Bucktown Remix)》歌词

[00:00:00] Sound Bwoy Bureill - Smif-N-Wessun

[00:00:17] I walk around town with the pound strapped down to my side

[00:00:20] No fronting just in case I gotta smoke something

[00:00:23] Round here heads don't act their age

[00:00:25] You might be another dead bwoy pon rage

[00:00:29] Enter the cipher with your lighter

[00:00:31] L's are ready prepare for another all nighter

[00:00:33] But keep a watch for the cops cos they rock Glocks

[00:00:37] Coming on the block trying to rock knots

[00:00:40] Pigs be acting like they bigger than us n**gas from the streets

[00:00:42] Cos we stalk mad deep and dem walk beats

[00:00:45] I guess dem hold a grudge cos I won't budge

[00:00:48] Playing tough staring down the judge with my hands cuffed

[00:00:51] Standing there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear

[00:00:53] Au revoir yeah now I'm up outta here

[00:00:56] Pigs look me up and down with a frown

[00:00:58] Is it cos I'm brown or is it because I'm from Bucktown

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[00:01:02] Home of the original gun clappers

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[00:01:29] Got five MC that wanna contest we

[00:01:32] Got five MC that wanna contest we

[00:01:34] Got five MC that wanna contest we

[00:01:38] Got your nooses ready hanging over the trees

[00:01:40] Knock knock niggy-knock that's four shots empty

[00:01:43] On a violator that was sent out to get me

[00:01:46] I'm tore up from the floor up and everything's black

[00:01:48] But still I'm on point ready to buck ain't nothing sweet jack

[00:01:52] Bucktown I represent it on the love love

[00:01:54] Deeply rooted from my Timbs to my dick above

[00:01:57] Don't sweat the bulge coming from my hip

[00:02:00] Grip what you get hit when I let my tool click

[00:02:03] Nowhere to run ambush lurks in the dark

[00:02:06] Heltah Skeltah smirks while you're getting torn apart

[00:02:08] Here come the rude bwoys with the ganja plants

[00:02:11] Smif-N-Wessun generals of the Boot Camp

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[00:02:41] Another murderer just another prankster

[00:02:44] Rude bwoy dead cause him thought him was a gangster

[00:02:46] Tried to live the life of a hood from the streets

[00:02:49] Test the wrong dread now he's in eternal sleep

[00:02:52] Mr. Ripper I lurk in the Stuy

[00:02:55] Twist up the ganja when I want to get high

[00:02:57] With my bredren a buddah session learn your lesson

[00:03:01] Or get blasted by Mr. Smif or Mr. Wessun

[00:03:04] Bucktown's everywhere I swear

[00:03:07] It's clear to me you feel the weed now I really see

[00:03:10] Nightfall round the way

[00:03:11] Original heads come out to play

[00:03:13] Puff herb break day

[00:03:15] It's just a regular everyday state of being I

[00:03:18] Mind holds the weight rhymes free the mind in time

[00:03:21] I find reality follows me where I roam

[00:03:24] 360 degrees back home in

[00:03:26] Bucktown

[00:03:27] Home of the original gun clappers

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[00:03:29] Home of the original gun clappers

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