Buju Banton - Dem Lucky lyrics
[Buju Banton - Dem Lucky lyrics]
Dem should a lucky man let
Go badness long time ago
Or else yo mumma would a sorry
A you the hearse would a carry
Action from no talk show
Bwoy should a luck man let
Go badness long time ago
Ease off, or else yo mumma would a sorry
A you the hearse would a carry
Action from no talk show
Member loose lipsing ship and dem
No know bout it
Run go tek up badness and bwoy never practice
Come now
Wi have the heart dem only have lips
Pon a 21 frame wid a 12 inch ice pick
And a right a mount a bow
Until the rich call it quit
In a mi mesh marina and mi clarks well criss
A which bwoy bout yah waan pass the limit
Man go through many gangsters
And never get diss
Now a juvenile a tell mi seh fi come off a it
Well man go through many struggle
All different type
Can't si why the youths dem now
A days get so hype
A pure long gun dem have no more fist fight
Dem no respect the elders
Weh meck the sacrifice
Man a bad long before buga man legalize
A step from when one pop a meck a bag a noise
Nough man get rich and nough man die
Nough lock up in a prison a do 20 to life
Who si the most live the longest life
Jocular the kkiller never walk wid knife
A pure vampire wid blood thirst eyes
Run faster than a crabby pon
The point a him toe
When supn a knock up and a next thing a blow
Some people tek coffa while others get low
Go seh Buju Banton telling yuh how it go
Yo luck run out, it's in a the light
A bet yo don't try it one more time
Go badness long time ago
Or else yo mumma would a sorry
A you the hearse would a carry
Action from no talk show
Bwoy should a luck man let
Go badness long time ago
Ease off, or else yo mumma would a sorry
A you the hearse would a carry
Action from no talk show
Member loose lipsing ship and dem
No know bout it
Run go tek up badness and bwoy never practice
Come now
Wi have the heart dem only have lips
Pon a 21 frame wid a 12 inch ice pick
And a right a mount a bow
Until the rich call it quit
In a mi mesh marina and mi clarks well criss
A which bwoy bout yah waan pass the limit
Man go through many gangsters
And never get diss
Now a juvenile a tell mi seh fi come off a it
Well man go through many struggle
All different type
Can't si why the youths dem now
A days get so hype
A pure long gun dem have no more fist fight
Dem no respect the elders
Weh meck the sacrifice
Man a bad long before buga man legalize
A step from when one pop a meck a bag a noise
Nough man get rich and nough man die
Nough lock up in a prison a do 20 to life
Who si the most live the longest life
Jocular the kkiller never walk wid knife
A pure vampire wid blood thirst eyes
Run faster than a crabby pon
The point a him toe
When supn a knock up and a next thing a blow
Some people tek coffa while others get low
Go seh Buju Banton telling yuh how it go
Yo luck run out, it's in a the light
A bet yo don't try it one more time