Текст песни Bad 2 tha Bone - D Double E

Oh my at woooord
Hold tight S-X
Big up all the stay fresh mandem
Oh my gooosh

Bidda bup bup
Bidda bup bup

Man's on the microphone
Bad to the bidda bidda
Bad to the microphone
Bad to the bone
Listen to my lyrical tone
In the microphone
Manna bad to the bidda bidda
Bad to the microphone
Bad to the bidda bidda
Bad to the microphone
Bad to the bone
Listen to my lyrical tone
Listen to my
Cos... cos...
I think I need pen and paper
Think it time to bun another faker
Too many MC turn translator
Mix my data with their data
But what does that equal, blud, imitator
If you deny that blud you're a hater
I can hear your style's getting baiter
Don't you know that I'm the originator
Do my ting on the road medicator
Serving food but I ain't no waiter
Minding my own B— making my paper
Pa-pa-pa blud I beg you do me a favour
Don't be slipping blud I will take ya
Don't be sleeping blud I will wake ya
Then send you straight back to your maker
That's when ya get a flight back to Jamaica
Yeah I'mma typewriter, punching out lines just like a typewriter
Don't feel you cos you're not my type of writer
Tinks say you're heavy but really you're lighter
You're shit plus, furthermore you're a biter
Without your friend you ain't really a fighter
You're just shitting in the diaper
That's why man don't leng you down with the sighter
Gonna send for the younger the likkle bike rider
Send him on a mission give him score diver
Tell him to lick shots, to use a diver
Let's see who comes out a survivor?
Show you how the East 7 youngers a ride-ah
Young baby farda, still a provider
P's in the pocket then everyting's live-ah
To put a couple shells inside ya
Da da da da don't let me get old skool
Just like a builder we carry no tools
Like a sport without no rules
Mandem are running without no balls
And man are getting injured kicked in the balls
You and your team haven't got no balls
You're a pussy'ole blud you ain't got no balls
Swimming in the deepest end of the pool
Get conked with the deepest end of the tool
If you fuck around with the mandem you fall
Just like the twin towers you'll fall
We got the most towers overall
Man will send your head-top over the wall
If you try fuck around with the dirtee stank
I'll come around with a dirty shank
Ready for the war like 30 tanks (I'm ready)
I'm chilling in the alley, holding a leng on my lap and I'm ready to put on the bally, no dilly dally
You'll be a memory like Camdem Pally
I don't care if you come with a couple man (I dont care),
I don't care if you come with ya gyally (I don't care)
Cos I'm still gonna pull out the strally (Yeah)
And that's just to make an impression
I'm gonna give your whole crew depression the War's not done this is the first session
I'm a big man I'm no adolescent
So I'm gonna show man and teach man a lesson
Turn this into a western
With a Smith & Wesson glove
There's no print on the weapon love get none of that round this section
That Street Fighter 4
What you think they call man the street fighter for?
Manna be stepping like the Gears of the War
And we got mash like the Gears of the War
Think its a game like Street Fighter 4, what you think they call man the street fighter for?
Man be stepping like the Gears of the war
And we got mash like gears of the war
It smells a bit War-ree
Don't watch that cos I'm in the war too
Ready to kick off a world war too
With the generals behind ready fi da war too
Too War-ree
Don't watch that cos I'm in the war too
Ready to kick off a world war too
With the generals behind ready fi da war too
It smells a bit War-ree, blud
I heard you wanna war me blud?
What happened when you saw me blud?
It was a whole different story, blud
You didn't wanna war, you ignored me blud
What happened to the plans you had for me blud?
All that talk about boring, you're gonna be the one thats pourin' blood
Do you really wanna see it get gory, blud
I've heard all these different stories, blud
It's too late for sorry, get found in the back of a lorry
So 'llow the talk show it ain't Maury
You can't hold me back from glory, blud
If I was you I'd worry, I'll make you move somewhere down Surrey
And I'm just generally speaking, close your mouth when the General is speaking
Don't let me catch the enemy when he sleeping, take everyting everyting I'm keeping
All of your food and P I'm eating, you get left with your head-top leaking
Before you can get to the leng you are reaching for, man a kick out the door
Into a whip that nobody saw
I got your P, Leng and goodies
Man overly blacked out in hoodies
And we're parked up smoking zoogies
Thinking "Could he survive that, could he?"
Nah, we're just having a laugh
Let's split this ting and a get my half
Everyone gets P's all my staff
Super dupe OOAH OOAH
Dirtee tee, that's me me
Bidda bup bup lyrical super dupe OOAH OOAH
Dirtee tee, that's me me
Bidda bup bup