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We Don't Play lyrics with English Translations
Popcaan:
Unruly!
Woii yoii
Boy deh 'pon the freezer a chill like beach People a dead when the Killy dem reach Quada Don tie rope round your neck like leech Outta your bredda gate, me and Libya a bleach
Big MAC-11 travel 'pon the front seat And me a give you the whole of it inna your front teeth Diss Sup' see him a gap 'pon the cold concrete Plus him get a pretty gift named coffin and wreath
Boy, why you sell your soul to the Killy dem? Jafrass say, "Poppy, every duppy, gimme dem" P**sy, you no bad like Miss Kitty friend It's a pleasure fi me squeeze up the zigga dem Dem a no no badman, dem just a try Make duppy bat fly like butterfly
We don't play, put shot inna head side P**sy violate Unruly and dead at your bedside, yeah Hey Jafrass nah laugh when me shoob out the .45 Wild crocodile kill dem by the road side, yeah Woii yoii
Cho P**sy bury first when the MAC-11 buss Never know say the street dem perilous Dark! Wild and devilous Boy drop a grung when the 47 buss
Hmmm, dem shouldn't trouble wha' no trouble dem Quada, rise the rifle, make we go fi dem, oh Murder the dappa, see the puppy dem Dem a own crime weh a no fi dem, uh
One word and the wild crocodile From you diss man, me rise up your file Everybody done know Miller, so me ever have the 9 Poppy say fi create the crime time
Quada! Me use the SK and go dash dem 'way White sheet rap dem up a trash dem deh Dem fi know man ash like ash Wednesday And people haffi dead like Clash Wednesday Tell dem
We don't play, put shot inna head side Bwoy diss Quada Don and dead at him bedside, yeah Versatile don't play, put shot inna head side Bwoy diss Brain and dead at him bedside, yeah Woii yoii
Jungle make shot kick him like Bigga Thompson Rema kill you with the pan Thompson The world done know man a Killy And me skull top hot like the cell dem inna Horizon R-real ol' murderer go buss your head at town Catch you inna car, Porsche, 'bout you deh 'pon phone Big fat Beretta go sing the ringtone Dem find dem dead inna the wicked man zone
Country have rifle weh thick and weighty Couple 9 milli weh we ship from Haiti Bwoy, no think badman shaky Unruly Boss, use the chopper and chop him up fine Any bwoy violate, dem picking up coin Buss dem head when dem sipping up wine As him pick up him cup Him a pick up carbine
We don't play, put shot inna head side P**sy violate Unruly and dead at your bedside, yeah Hey Jafrass nah laugh when me shoob out the .45 Wild crocodile kill dem by the road side, yeah Woii yoii
Boy deh 'pon the freezer a chill like beach People a dead when the Killy dem reach Quada Don tie rope round your neck like leech Outta your bredda gate, me and Libya a bleach
Big MAC-11 travel 'pon the front seat And me a give you the whole of it inna your front teeth Diss Sup' see him a gap 'pon the cold concrete Plus him get a pretty gift named coffin and wreath
Boy, why you sell your soul to the Killy dem? Jafrass say, "Poppy, every duppy, gimme dem" P**sy, you no bad like Miss Kitty friend It's a pleasure fi me squeeze up the zigga dem Dem a no no badman, dem just a try Make duppy bat fly like butterfly
We don't play, put shot inna head side P**sy violate Unruly and dead at your bedside, yeah Hey Jafrass nah laugh when me shoob out the .45 Wild crocodile kill dem by the road side, yeah Woii yoii
Cho P**sy bury first when the MAC-11 buss Never know say the street dem perilous Dark! Wild and devilous Boy drop a grung when the 47 buss
Hmmm, dem shouldn't trouble wha' no trouble dem Quada, rise the rifle, make we go fi dem, oh Murder the dappa, see the puppy dem Dem a own crime weh a no fi dem, uh
One word and the wild crocodile From you diss man, me rise up your file Everybody done know Miller, so me ever have the 9 Poppy say fi create the crime time
Quada! Me use the SK and go dash dem 'way White sheet rap dem up a trash dem deh Dem fi know man ash like ash Wednesday And people haffi dead like Clash Wednesday Tell dem
We don't play, put shot inna head side Bwoy diss Quada Don and dead at him bedside, yeah Versatile don't play, put shot inna head side Bwoy diss Brain and dead at him bedside, yeah Woii yoii
Jungle make shot kick him like Bigga Thompson Rema kill you with the pan Thompson The world done know man a Killy And me skull top hot like the cell dem inna Horizon R-real ol' murderer go buss your head at town Catch you inna car, Porsche, 'bout you deh 'pon phone Big fat Beretta go sing the ringtone Dem find dem dead inna the wicked man zone
Country have rifle weh thick and weighty Couple 9 milli weh we ship from Haiti Bwoy, no think badman shaky Unruly Boss, use the chopper and chop him up fine Any bwoy violate, dem picking up coin Buss dem head when dem sipping up wine As him pick up him cup Him a pick up carbine
We don't play, put shot inna head side P**sy violate Unruly and dead at your bedside, yeah Hey Jafrass nah laugh when me shoob out the .45 Wild crocodile kill dem by the road side, yeah Woii yoii
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