Alien (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Popcaan] Unruly [Verse 1: Giggs] When we step on your ends, better run all that Mad blap blap on the ten, man a bun all that Man's back at it again, watch 'em run out back Man nuh have time fi pretend, better turn up that Ah me dat, fire dat Told them we buss it on man, likkle liar dat Man said he dash weh the ting, told him buy it back Shot in that fat pussyhole, man'll diet that Where my weed at? I be back, where my keys at? We don't need that, him ah idiot If I'm hungry, we might eat that If not, when the shotty release, it will deafen ya Love the shotty, believe, call it Jessica Man do not fuck with police, you're a messenger Bitch, suck that cock on your knees cause that's the sket in ya [Bridge: Popcaan] Unruly, ah me dat And mi scold hotter than mi burning teapot We know say evil, I pree that When mi mek boy run, mi angle [?] lays flat When they see me and talk, freeze, stop Nuh feel say a fresh nipple when mi squeeze that When we turn we turn up nonstop Then mek boy move [?] that And mi nuh give a fuck [Verse 2: Popcaan] Anything weh happen, happen When the nikeys a step mi waan the money rattle Mi seh mi fi rich until mi money rotten Touching grand and touching ah Big Apple [Hook: Popcaan] Attack dem like a alien Mi a pree the pagans through mi clear Ray Ban I hustle from the day mi born And mi a hustle till the day mi gone Attack dem like a alien I pree the pagans through mi clear Ray Ban I hustle from the day mi born And mi a hustle till the day mi gone [Verse 3: Kano] It's KA, vroom, ah me dat 6.3, that's about 5 Fiats Some type of niggas in jail trying to get the D-cat Soon land, Hellshire Beach, fried snapper, sea bass, believe that P stack, dem ah pree that, rate those Brits Did real songs with Kartel, no made-up shit Put Matthews Lane on MTV, I made those vids And there weren't no path to follow, we laid those bricks Hennessy bokkle and white rum, but nice from When the building was a side long But I watched Tiger stage shows from a child, don Far as I'm concerned, my ragga stripes cyan't wipe off, mad K-Kano in the house Couple gangsters, couple ladies in the house Couple babies, couple haters, couple pagans in the house So how comes everybody loves me like I'm Raymond in the house? Hustle for the mally, hustle for the pound Yo, milli we fi link up Instant line up the gyal dem in the bricks truck Wine up pon it, tick tock Smile up for the Insta Popcaan and KA That's JA meets England, selloff [Hook: Popcaan] Attack dem like a alien Mi a pree the pagans through mi clear Ray Ban I hustle from the day mi born And mi a hustle till the day mi gone Attack dem like a alien I pree the pagans through mi clear Ray Ban I hustle from the day mi born And mi a hustle till the day mi gone