paroles de chanson Political Badness (feat. Randy Valentine) - NSG , Randy Valentine

Political badness
Yuh dun know di chops, uh-uh
NSG, hmm
RV, hmm
We do da one yah easy, wah-wah-wah (4PLAY, 4PLAY)
Well here come the musical thing called Randy Valentine
Representing for all the generals
Inna the Dancehall (boom, boom, boom)
We can't stall, ah-ah
Watch out

I use to do robberies back in the days
I still haven't changed my ways
I'm still tryna double the paper, yeah
Hot fyah man, we haffi burn down this
Every day when you walking down the street
Badman still ah lock it pon dem waist
Hot gyal still ah skank inna the place
Yeah man ah so we dweet, yeah

I don't look up to no older
Move bangs then finesse the holder
Everything free got good CC's
She only loves me when she get her double C's, yeah
He wanted beef 'til his life went left
Hop out the car
Pop the boot (boot)
Big Tekken, kick back Like Jin
Come we kick back, baby shot some gin

Mash P's, yeah
Man ah mash P's
Can't be seen nah at the crime scene
Ain't been 'round for a bit, yo Terry where you been?
Had to give a top up cah that's my favourite fiend
Gyal turn freak when the lights turn off
She offin' her pant, I'm inside her
Broskis in the can for the fizzy no tango
He don't dance, making plays off a zanco

I use to do robberies back in the days
I still haven't changed my ways
I'm still tryna double the paper, yeah
Hot fyah man, we haffi burn down this
Every day when you walking down the street
Badman still ah lock it pon dem waist
Hot gyal still ah skank inna the place
Yeah man ah so we dweet, yeah

Rastaman no eat bacon
Rasta man don't speak to Babylon
They got my boydem, locked up in the can
So me and dem boy can't get along, yeah
You owe me money, I want every pesewa
I'm on beef like yasantwa
I'm a bread winner, I get my bread up
The way I manoeuvre, it's essential

Me and my guys, yeah we deh for the roadside
Mama tell me stay away from the bad guys
That was a long time, very long time
Money haffi make, but we no get time
Cah we stay running, running
Stay running, running
Money haffi make
So we stay running, running
Teef mans girls like my coloniser
Na, teef mans girl, I'm a womaniser

I use to do robberies back in the days
I still haven't changed my ways
I'm still tryna double the paper, yeah
Hot fyah man, we haffi burn down this
Every day when you walking down the street
Badman still ah lock it pon dem waist
Hot gyal still ah skank inna the place
Yeah man ah so we dweet, yeah

Jugging everyday you know I had to get payed
Labelled as a shotta, always had it on ma waist
Hate it when I'm sober, have to roll me up a J
If I go broke, I'll go back to my old ways
You used to doubt me, see I'm on now
Bitches tryna fuck me 'cause they want clout
I fuck these hoes with my plaques on the wall
Praying on my down but I could never fall

Put your panty to the side girlie
You was talking hella pon the celly (hella pon the celly)
Still made it just off the celly (off the celly)
Now you smell the money smelling on me
She love the smell of my cologne (cologne)
That be the money and the Rabanne (Rabanne)
Don't ask me how far, ask me how well
Don't ever ask me why we out here

I use to do robberies back in the days
I still haven't changed my ways
I'm still tryna double the paper, yeah
Hot fyah man, we haffi burn down this
Every day when you walking down the street
Badman still ah lock it pon dem waist
Hot gyal still ah skank inna the place
Yeah man ah so we dweet, yeah
(4PLAY, 4PLAY)

Political badness