Songtexte Caribbean Capo - Pollard

This for all my killas riding in that New York City s.l.a.b
We ain't need no guns to put 'em in a body bag
Reppin' with my squadies all the way from Trinibad
With my reggae shottas, Guyanese, and Spanish with they flags

This for all my killas riding in that New York City s.l.a.b
We ain't need no guns to put 'em in a body bag
Reppin' with my squadies all the way from Trinibad
With my reggae shottas, Guyanese, and Spanish with they flags

Caribbean Capo, I'm ten toes in the sky
I ain't got too far to go when the day comes that I die
Military standard, way I'm carrying my vibe
I wish a boy would play dummy and come risk his life

I have never folded one day-I
Capo in this building when you seeing bullets fly
Knock yuh wig off, clear yuh bloodclat mind
You gon' catch some trouble thinking for yourself from time

I am certified, there's no negotiation
Bring it back to gangsta days when man nuh talk in station
I'm a menace to the uniform, they watching all now, now
Only mi gyal could cool mi down before mi throw blows

Stack up pon di Hennessy, only cure for frenemies
Link my amenities, come forth with the energy
Caribbean Capos in the field to seal their faith
We nuh deal with the chat so them bwoi haffi know them place

This for all my killas riding in that New York City s.l.a.b
We ain't need no guns to put 'em in a body bag
Reppin' with my squadies all the way from Trinibad
With my reggae shottas, Guyanese, and Spanish with they flags

This for all my killas riding in that New York City s.l.a.b
We ain't need no guns to put 'em in a body bag
Reppin' with my squadies all the way from Trinibad
With my reggae shottas, Guyanese, and Spanish with they flags

Hold it down and let me come back with my money making flow
Everything I ever done was for my peoples laying low
Imma take it to the top and let the underdog show
It don't matter what's your color, this for Caribbean folk

We gon' take it to a new age high
Wave your flag now, we gon' show them how we rise
Every time the Dons win see they want to call it blight
Catch them bwoi a move like cobo trying fi pick we eye

Mi nuh deal with imagination, this nuh come from fairy
Better know that none of mi Killa bwoi dem a move scary
All di sexy gyal a beg mi fi come pop dem cherry
Yuh know Dey love di youth because di bwoi a lead like Aries

Mi celebrating like mi touchdown inna end zones
Yuh know who's taking over, guess you got the memos
They want to hate but yet they still shopping through windows
Shoutout my Capos who be knowing where the wind blows

This for all my killas riding in that New York City s.l.a.b
We ain't need no guns to put 'em in a body bag
Reppin' with my squadies all the way from Trinibad
With my reggae shottas, Guyanese, and Spanish with they flags

This for all my killas riding in that New York City s.l.a.b
We ain't need no guns to put 'em in a body bag
Reppin' with my squadies all the way from Trinibad
With my reggae shottas, Guyanese, and Spanish with they flags

Break the beat down, let it build and let me do my thing again
Witness what I do as a legend building his trend
If you don't support my business we cannot be friends
This is just a rule, you know goes without being said

Stop yuh lies, stop yuh lies, feel yuh cool
Try fi come and scheme big man and play him fuh some fool
Nuh ramp with mi and think mi nah go make nuh move
Shot inna di place and make dem bwoi lose all Dey screws

Stop with the noise, are you staying here for the ride
Drop yuh country flag, let us go and get unified
Never focus on the wicked and the bad mind
Let us hold it strong even though these are hard times

Stack up pon di Hennessy, only cure for frenemies
Link my amenities, come forth with the energy
Caribbean Capos in the field to seal their faith
We nuh deal with the chat so them bwoi haffi know them place

This for all my killas riding in that New York City s.l.a.b
We ain't need no guns to put 'em in a body bag
Reppin' with my squadies all the way from Trinibad
With my reggae shottas, Guyanese, and Spanish with they flags

This for all my killas riding in that New York City s.l.a.b
We ain't need no guns to put 'em in a body bag
Reppin' with my squadies all the way from Trinibad
With my reggae shottas, Guyanese, and Spanish with they flags