Mavado - Hotter Than Bread lyrics
[Mavado - Hotter Than Bread lyrics]
I must be killing them wo-o-ow
I must be killing them gully
A mussi true
Mi hotter than bread in the oven
A me pop off the tag pon mi clothes dem
Fuck the enemies, and the foes dem
Fuck the ones dem now, and before dem
Right now, mi still a live, mi still a live
Dem nuh waan mi wake up, but mi still a live
Dem waan mi dead, but mi still a live
Who vex, yuh cyaa see me lie inna fridge
If a aids test, mi negative
If a success, mi positive
And mi born pon the Gully, tell you as it is
With alot a con man, sell you as it is
Me and mi brother Steve use
To sleep pon the floor
(Nuff ghetto youth still a sleep pon floor)
Long, long, before me even come tour
(Long, long, before me even come tour)
Mi grand mommy use to take me to church and
And a tell me, fi God mi fi search
Mi enemies nuff, but mi friends dem more
Seh fuck dem
A mussi true
Mi hotter than bread in the oven
A me pop off the tag pon mi clothes dem
Fuck the enemies, and the foes dem
Fuck the ones dem now, and before dem
And mi seh
Fuck who a hate mi nuh lose a pound
And if yuh try fi violate
You will lose yuh crown
When the pit bulls out
And the dawgs dem hound lord!
Mama son gone down
Man wi' hunt dem, anywhere dem found
A mad rass, mi a king fi the town
When the bomb dem drop, dem think a the drum
(Dem know me) real boss pon the track
Don't think a the clown
(It coulda never be, dem know)
From me rise pon the top
Dem gone pon the ground (True words, Amen)
Every song shot, suh mi leave dem wound
(See it deh) man a lef' the place dutty
So mi lef' dem broom (Lef' dem broom)
Broooom tj!
If I'm not the greatest, then I'm born to be
Check mi lyrical currency
Dem bwoy deh a counterfeit but me
(Weh you do?)
A mussi true
Mi hotter than bread in the oven
A me pop off the tag pon mi clothes dem
Fuck the enemies, and the foes dem
Fuck the ones dem now, and before dem
I must be killing them gully
A mussi true
Mi hotter than bread in the oven
A me pop off the tag pon mi clothes dem
Fuck the enemies, and the foes dem
Fuck the ones dem now, and before dem
Right now, mi still a live, mi still a live
Dem nuh waan mi wake up, but mi still a live
Dem waan mi dead, but mi still a live
Who vex, yuh cyaa see me lie inna fridge
If a aids test, mi negative
If a success, mi positive
And mi born pon the Gully, tell you as it is
With alot a con man, sell you as it is
Me and mi brother Steve use
To sleep pon the floor
(Nuff ghetto youth still a sleep pon floor)
Long, long, before me even come tour
(Long, long, before me even come tour)
Mi grand mommy use to take me to church and
And a tell me, fi God mi fi search
Mi enemies nuff, but mi friends dem more
Seh fuck dem
A mussi true
Mi hotter than bread in the oven
A me pop off the tag pon mi clothes dem
Fuck the enemies, and the foes dem
Fuck the ones dem now, and before dem
And mi seh
Fuck who a hate mi nuh lose a pound
And if yuh try fi violate
You will lose yuh crown
When the pit bulls out
And the dawgs dem hound lord!
Mama son gone down
Man wi' hunt dem, anywhere dem found
A mad rass, mi a king fi the town
When the bomb dem drop, dem think a the drum
(Dem know me) real boss pon the track
Don't think a the clown
(It coulda never be, dem know)
From me rise pon the top
Dem gone pon the ground (True words, Amen)
Every song shot, suh mi leave dem wound
(See it deh) man a lef' the place dutty
So mi lef' dem broom (Lef' dem broom)
Broooom tj!
If I'm not the greatest, then I'm born to be
Check mi lyrical currency
Dem bwoy deh a counterfeit but me
(Weh you do?)
A mussi true
Mi hotter than bread in the oven
A me pop off the tag pon mi clothes dem
Fuck the enemies, and the foes dem
Fuck the ones dem now, and before dem