CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Sound Bwoy Bureill (Remix Clean Vocal)
X-amount a tings
Boot Camp Click Blackhart Scanvenger ridin through
Proceed mean forward
Gunshots mean rewind
You requested it so re-rewind re-rewind
Oh..cocoa brothers pon de borderline
Tess my sound and your dead same time...
Verse One:
Boom bye bye in a botty bwoy head
The shottie fly now the botty gon lie dead
2 shots dead to him chin enemy a friend
Fake the funk I put the junk to an end
Now who da rude bwoy wan tess the top dawg
I find his family to i.d. him in the morgue
I bet you never thought I bust led
To prize/I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread/
You can't tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/
Recognize my boot camp click/outta Bucktown/
Gun thirsty little b*st*rd/always blasted/
From the sess of cocoa/from mutha gastin/
You say you number one wicked selecta/
I say you punani/and I wetcha/
Keep the bull/before I pull this here trigga/
Cause you don't wanna tess me/when I'm tipsy off the liquor/
Like a punk they call McGirt/got his feelings hurt/
Showed his true colors/had to yank up his skirt/
Now he's in misery/tryin to cop a plea/
Led to his head/from gun clapper number 3/
See/lick off a shot you no d**k rida/
Lick a shot punani/not gun fire/
Boot Camp Click Blackhart Scanvenger ridin through
Proceed mean forward
Gunshots mean rewind
You requested it so re-rewind re-rewind
Oh..cocoa brothers pon de borderline
Tess my sound and your dead same time...
Verse One:
Boom bye bye in a botty bwoy head
The shottie fly now the botty gon lie dead
2 shots dead to him chin enemy a friend
Fake the funk I put the junk to an end
Now who da rude bwoy wan tess the top dawg
I find his family to i.d. him in the morgue
I bet you never thought I bust led
To prize/I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread/
You can't tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/
Recognize my boot camp click/outta Bucktown/
Gun thirsty little b*st*rd/always blasted/
From the sess of cocoa/from mutha gastin/
You say you number one wicked selecta/
I say you punani/and I wetcha/
Keep the bull/before I pull this here trigga/
Cause you don't wanna tess me/when I'm tipsy off the liquor/
Like a punk they call McGirt/got his feelings hurt/
Showed his true colors/had to yank up his skirt/
Now he's in misery/tryin to cop a plea/
Led to his head/from gun clapper number 3/
See/lick off a shot you no d**k rida/
Lick a shot punani/not gun fire/
