Lyrics:
mi a lick out dem waa mi keep quiat
But mi a bun fire fi di one Butch Stewart
Who buy out di plane an all di pilot
Thrue mi nuh inna Jamaica,
I call her candy
My honey bun
My sugar pie
My candy
She give me everything I want
I call her candy
And if it all came crashing down
I still got candy
Sons
Middlesex , Priest Donavan Rule The DAughters & The Sons
Over Surrey, Priest Lennon A Pure Fire Him Bun
Priest Mallard Gone A Prison fi Nearly Bun
King
Redemption chant me chanting, well
Chorus
Verse 3:
Oh oh I dem say me come like galwasp
Bun easter and dem Christmas
Private property me
2
A nuh dem alone fi get rich
Babylon cyaa chat to dem
Mi vex, cause inna Babylon jail Babylon lock mi fren
Dats why mi a bun hotta fyah,
[Scarface]
Yo Pop, let's jump in the fight game boy
[Scarface]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric be
(Intro)
Yes Nyah Yes Bongo Nyah
Rasta Deh Yah
yo yeah!! FIRE BUN!!!
(Verse 1)
So They Lock down the country
Then a tell me me deh trespass
Fuck hot, fuck hot, but you nevеr run
Sweat a drop inna your eye you sеh it a bun
Baby me love you, doh move me a- me a- (ahhh)
See da house key yah
and I sit low
Hat cocked and my gun too
Wit my Levi's and my Jordan 5's
White Tee that's how Bun do
Only roll with one crew
One side, one town
Oo oo oo ooh
Oo oo oo ooh (come wid di fire)
Come wid di fire di city burning
Now me jus a tun it up higher and keep it burning
It a bun like
bun, if I'm coming better run
Bitches steady, trippin' they be hatin', 'cause I'm stuntin'
When I pull up they be dippin', nah, these hoes ain't sayin'
that candy 6, and I keep that thing real handy bitch!
I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
'Cause I don't got no
and the drugs
Its the T.I.P, Bun-be and Slim Thug
[Slim Thug] [Verse 1]
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
that candy 6, and I keep that thing real handy bitch!
I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
'Cause I don't got no
But you smell the smoke
Oh yeah
*Repeat
[Bun B]
Now what you know bout the H town
Clutch city the throwdest
With them big body slab swangers
that candy 6, and I keep that thing real handy bitch!
I keep it trill like Pimp and Bun, do hoes bad and leave 'em on the run
'Cause I don't got no
But you smell the smoke
Oh yeah
*Repeat
[Bun B]
Now what you know bout the H town
Clutch city the throwdest
With them big body slab swangers
we go bun, down, di whole ah Bow City
Fire pon di fassy dem we nah show nuh pity
And cram, and paralyze and quity
Unno ready? (Yes!, we ready)
we go bun, down, di whole ah Bow City
Fire pon di fassy dem we nah show nuh pity
And cram, and paralyze and quity
Unno ready? (Yes!, we ready)
breezin'
Mmm, I'm just chilling in the sun with mi chocolate
Bun
Ooh, I got a lover, but I might find another
If I drink enough of tequila
Everywhere,
innocent ghetto youth skull a bust
Hold off you cow boys dem a kick up rumpus
Seems like dem a play another one bite the dust
From we bun politics
write unu will
To Mr hunt, Seek and Find and Kill
Informer write unu mi bawl
Bun yuh fi bun, mi bawl kill yuh fi kill
Nuh gi nuh guy nuh chance
Fi write
Pass the kutchie pon the lef' hand side
Pass the kutchie pon the lef' hand side
It a go bun, it a go dung, Jah know
It was a cool and lovely
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh Colli Park in the house
Slick we got Bun B (Bun B) Ying Yang Twins Check it out
Colli Park drop them beats that'll rock ya world
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