Tarrus Riley - Living The Life of A Gun lyrics
[Tarrus Riley - Living The Life of A Gun lyrics]
This is the original pioneer
Alongside original Tarrus Riley
When I say Tarrus
(Riley) I don’t mean the big black one
Wha' you keep in your waist
I mean the big black one wha'
Sing in all the place
BIMP! BIMP! BIMP! Ping! (block style)
Woah yeah, Raggamuffin sittin’
Woah yeah, Ragga muffin sittin’ woah yeah
A me name Tarrus a me fi tell you ha
Living the life of the gun, man
Me strike fear inna you heart
All sorts a people a walk wid me
An afraid fi pop me off when me say blow
See deh? everything dead off in a second
Look how much trouble i've caused
Me black and me chrome
And you can find me on your block
Or inside your home my name is Glock
Me par wid a crew, we name shots
And when we start, clap, every posse get flat
You hear that?
A what dem make gun for?
Me no see no good whey it do round yah
A me name Tarrus, and me fi tell you so
Gun worse than bull buck and duppy conqueror
What dem make gun for?
Some pick me up now and then
Some call me dem best friend
And walk wid me and talk to me
Like dem and dem gun a parr
And blow, see deh? Somebody left a bawl
In a second, see how much sorrow i've caused
I'm used and abused, dem never left me out
When dem go pon dem move
Tonight dem say dem hungry
Dem go eat someone food
A me give them the strength fi
Dem a gwaan so rude
A what dem make gun for?
Me no see no good whey it do round yah
A me name Tarrus, and me fi tell you so
Gun worse than bull buck and duppy conqueror
What dem make gun for?
I give you nothing but mischief
Hey check you ballistic and statistics
Murder people and we don't leave no witness
You better make sure you nuh
End up da hit list, no
When me say blow
Mama hold her belly and a bawl blow! blow!
People dress inna black and one more funeral
Poom! poom! Papa start weep
Tired fi see badness wrap up inna white sheet
(ping)
Living the life of the gun man
Me strike fear inna you heart
All sorts a people a walk wid me
And afraid fi pop me off when me say blow
See deh? everything dead off in a second
Look how much trouble i've caused
Me black and me chrome
And you can find me on your block
Or inside your home my name is Glock
Me parr wid a crew, weh name shots
A what dem make gun for?
Me no see no good whey it do round yah
A me name Tarrus a me fi tell you so
Gun worse than bull buck and duppy conqueror
What dem make gun for?
Alongside original Tarrus Riley
When I say Tarrus
(Riley) I don’t mean the big black one
Wha' you keep in your waist
I mean the big black one wha'
Sing in all the place
BIMP! BIMP! BIMP! Ping! (block style)
Woah yeah, Raggamuffin sittin’
Woah yeah, Ragga muffin sittin’ woah yeah
A me name Tarrus a me fi tell you ha
Living the life of the gun, man
Me strike fear inna you heart
All sorts a people a walk wid me
An afraid fi pop me off when me say blow
See deh? everything dead off in a second
Look how much trouble i've caused
Me black and me chrome
And you can find me on your block
Or inside your home my name is Glock
Me par wid a crew, we name shots
And when we start, clap, every posse get flat
You hear that?
A what dem make gun for?
Me no see no good whey it do round yah
A me name Tarrus, and me fi tell you so
Gun worse than bull buck and duppy conqueror
What dem make gun for?
Some pick me up now and then
Some call me dem best friend
And walk wid me and talk to me
Like dem and dem gun a parr
And blow, see deh? Somebody left a bawl
In a second, see how much sorrow i've caused
I'm used and abused, dem never left me out
When dem go pon dem move
Tonight dem say dem hungry
Dem go eat someone food
A me give them the strength fi
Dem a gwaan so rude
A what dem make gun for?
Me no see no good whey it do round yah
A me name Tarrus, and me fi tell you so
Gun worse than bull buck and duppy conqueror
What dem make gun for?
I give you nothing but mischief
Hey check you ballistic and statistics
Murder people and we don't leave no witness
You better make sure you nuh
End up da hit list, no
When me say blow
Mama hold her belly and a bawl blow! blow!
People dress inna black and one more funeral
Poom! poom! Papa start weep
Tired fi see badness wrap up inna white sheet
(ping)
Living the life of the gun man
Me strike fear inna you heart
All sorts a people a walk wid me
And afraid fi pop me off when me say blow
See deh? everything dead off in a second
Look how much trouble i've caused
Me black and me chrome
And you can find me on your block
Or inside your home my name is Glock
Me parr wid a crew, weh name shots
A what dem make gun for?
Me no see no good whey it do round yah
A me name Tarrus a me fi tell you so
Gun worse than bull buck and duppy conqueror
What dem make gun for?