Lyrics:
the noise like a tuba
crack your peanut shell, run up on you with the ruga
Smoke herb like a hippie (hippie)
drank like a pirate (pirate)
wrist real crisp
the noise like a tuba
Crack your peanut shell, run up on you with the ruga
Smoke herb like a hippie (hippie)
Drank like a pirate (pirate)
Wrist real crisp
dem enz till whole a dem gone
If you live by di gun you will die by di gun
Anyweh me go me hear the same duppy song
Bring badness a country yu life
this gun busts
Oh you say you want war, nigga let's go
Bring the drama, that's on my momma
You don't wanna rumble
K dot will put you under)
Since
"Cock, Pow"
Partying with us you gon' see some nice frowns
You live by the gun
Here's a bullet bite down
Put her on top she'll break that dick
Put her
wheel it up
One love to all the soldiers
Some fell off replaced by bare vultures
Shut your mouth bruv you ain’t in it for the culture
Surrounded by pagans
wheel it up
One love to all the soldiers
Some fell off replaced by bare vultures
Shut your mouth bruv you ain’t in it for the culture
Surrounded by pagans
Fire it, rise your gun up
Or man get bun up
Yeah, us man one up (Boo!)
Hold up, don't get run up
Cah' dem' man tapped they step with a cutta'
It's
We are the Midnight Pirates, and do our attacking at night
Guided by the blue moon, which gives us a wonderful light
No one can see us coming, we are
around your dead body
Abandon ship, niggaz are ready to flip and bag a punk
They can't fight next night, twistalism by your grave sight
Over, yes, you
the clip
In it go in the gun
Everything is slow motion
Blood go in your lungs
Ridiculous as Icarus flyin' close to the Sun
I'm a supernova, nobody escapes my
to thee starkers
Rums yh Bull we'll raise Masters.
If I die and I'm found...
Have us pulled by (a) gun carriage toasted by the barker's
Invite non, simple
bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'm a boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by tha case
Brisco line to young nigga what it do
He
a melody
Could be gone in the blink of an eye.
Or maybe stay in your heart for eternity
To make you laugh or even cry.
Losing yourself by the edge of the sea
of the streets master of the breaks and beats
Lyrically headstrong and can't be beat
Triple-minded mentally-combineded underground pirate
Microphone tyrant, always
and your sign
Doesn't really matter I'll forget by tonight
I just want to know if I can take you out to dinner
Grind on that booty watch my pants get bigger
-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
Got five emcee that wanna contest we
Got your nooses ready, hangin' over the trees
Bring on your sounds
-clappers
(Bucktown) home of the original gun-clappers
Got five emcee that wanna contest we
Got your nooses ready, hangin' over the trees
Bring on your sounds
Yeah, you dun know already, it's your boy BP
Straight up Tigga D, you dun know, holdin' it down (ayy, Madara, run that back)
Ten years up in this
sins, gardeners of the trees
The air about you is burning and the sea below does drown
And the legacy you leave your ?swan? will surely bring 'em down
Yeah, one two
Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where ya at? (Yeah!)
Say you got guns, then bring that shit
Say you got ones, then bring that shit
[Common]
Yeah, one two..
Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?
Where ya at? (Yeah!)
(Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what?
(You say you got
it
Flow cold like the arctic, mind on mars like a Martian
Bars hot like wasabi, got your girl she on top of me
While y'all on the gram
water, that's why we shun the Navy
Pull your guns and play me
Let's set it off, cause a riot, throw a Molotov
Somebody told me them pirates had got lost
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