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Rude boy, rude boy, rude boy
Rude boy, rude boy, rude boy
Mind yourself how you flexing nowadays
Rude boy, dem hold dem corner
Dem no like no informer
Rude boy, dem hold dem corner
Dem no like no informer
Early, early, early Sunday morning
Another rude boy get shot down
And the people dem say
It's just another rude boy dies
Rude boy, rude boy
Rude boy, rude boy, rude boy
Mind yourself how you flexing nowadays
When you get by, get by inna custody
Mi say, the goody dem a give, mi say, you no want that
A who coulda want that?
And the damn place full of pure chicken rat
A who coulda love that?
Rude boy, dem hold dem corner
Dem no like no informer
Rude boy, dem hold dem corner
Dem no like no informer
Rude boy, rude boy, rude boy
Rude boy, rude boy, rude boy
Mind yourself how you flexing nowadays
Mi say, the mother, she born hard believe
A she a bawl fi her one pickney
The father with the man pon him knee
A him a bawl say, him want son dead
Rude boy
Rude boy, rude boy, rude boy
Mind yourself how you flexing nowadays
When you get by, get by inna custody
Mi say, the goody dem a give, mi say, you no want that
A who coulda want that?
And you can't even find a place of comfort
A who coulda love that?
And the damn place full of pure chicken rat
A who coulda love that?
Rude boy
Rude boy, rude boy, rude boy
Mind yourself how you flexing nowadays
When you get by, get by inna custody
Mi say, the goody dem a give, mi say, you no want that
A who coulda want that?
And the damn place full of pure chicken rat
A who coulda love that?
And you can't even find a place of comfort
A who coulda love that?
Rude boy, dem hold dem corner
Dem no like no informer
Rude boy, dem hold dem corner
Dem no like no informer
Rude boy
Rude boy, rude boy, rude boy
Mind yourself how you flexing nowadays
When you get by, get by inna custody
Mi say, the jailhouse no empty
And the place too hot, too hot
The goody dem a give, mi say, you no want that
A who coulda want that?
And the damn place full of pure chicken rat
A who coulda love that?
And you can't even find a place of comfort
A who coulda love that?



Авторы: Anthony Litchman Martin, Unknown Composer Copyright: Back 2 Da Future Music, Old Capital Music, Elite Embassy Publishing



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