Popcaan - Rukumpeng lyrics
Popcaan [Andrae Jay Sutherland]
[Popcaan - Rukumpeng lyrics]
Shot [?]
Lift up the MAC-90
Glock 40 (Mhmm)
Weh! Trouble!
Yeah man, Fadaroy, murder boy
Ye-eah-e (Ye-eah-e)
Trouble
Yow, [?]
Anywhere me go, me have me gun 'pon me (Woah)
Gun 'pon me
When some pussy say them bad, a the rum talking (Weh! Rum talk)
West man load up the five, haffi use it go fly them bat
Fire more than a hundred shot
Real murder, a no Mortal Kombat
Boy gone up a Zion, him nah come back
Pussy, unuh don't give me talk
Unuh know who no 'fraid like puss like kitten
[?] tell them long time, any boy diss the Unruly get missing
Them fi know say the badness real (Mhmm)
Them fi know say the badness real (Fully! Weh!)
Them fi know say the badness real (Real, real, real)
Them fi know say the badness real
Aye, bomboclaat (Hoii)
Rukumpeng, rukumpeng
Ru-ru
Rukumpeng, rukumpeng
Ru-ru
Rukumpeng, rukumpeng
Ru-ru
Trouble, foot, yuh fuck
Rukumpeng, rukumpeng
Ru-ru
Rukumpeng, rukumpeng
Ru-ru
Rukumpeng, rukumpeng
Ru-ru
Trouble
Fadaroy, me no 'fraid a boy
Murder them anywhere, no rule apply
[?] say revenge, a the sweeter joy
SK buss your head, a no piece a ply
South side
Rifle a select like [?] the rental
Free me badman friend them a Central
Five West, [?] presidential
Pussy dead in a the village up a Central
Clapit rest the rifle 'pon the stand
Full a chop stick like me grow a Pakistan
When unuh see me, you see [?] gang
A no Norris man
Them fi know say the badness real (Mhmm)
Them fi know say the badness real (Fully! Weh!)
Them fi know say the badness real (Real, real, real)
Them fi know say the badness real
Aye, lift up the rifle
Rukumpeng, rukumpeng
Ru-ru
Rukumpeng, rukumpeng
Ru-ru
Rukumpeng, rukumpeng
Ru-ru
Trouble! Foot! Yuh fuck
Rukumpeng, rukumpeng
Ru-ru