Shaka Zulu

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Man a step midday anuh midnight Press di trigga fire pin mek di bullet ignite 7.62 chop yuh windpipe Buss him belly watch him a drop and wul up him tripe Run inna yuh house like mi get a invite Carbine full a volt like when yuh bridge light Mini K more sexy than a fat gyal pon a big bike French street them think the thing light Tell dem say a shaka zulu a wah the broom favor (Boom boom) Rifle clap shoulder fling like say mi name kool raver (Yow beg u a light mek mi light deh spliff yah) Hey bwoy badman nuh business weh you come from Send yuh up a dovecot gi yuh some new nеighbor Bout yuh bad yuh watch too much tomb raider (Hahaha) Spaintown, middleday lef bwoy hеadless Mount a rifle weh cheng cheng dead lef Shot a tek flesh anytime the tec press Run dem dung wid mi gun breathless 45 look like it a bench press We nuh shoot bwoy fi dem get bed rest Mi killa dem wild and reckless Squeeze di trigger like mi empress left breast Brrrrrr! [Chorus] Whoaaaaa whoaaaa whooooaaa Ruger clip double row ohh ohh ohhh oh Pan clip and bare banana Wid bwoy we nuh play one order SK wid the laser under Plant bwoy head wid bare cassava [Verse 2] 357 shot that a fly through face wall chop (Face wall chop face wall chop) Get a rifle weh nah nuh name all mi know it fire bare tall shot (Bare tall shot bare tall shot) From 1990s man stop beat bwoy wid baseball bat (Baseball bat, baseball bat) Bwoy violate mek yuh mumma and yuh granny affi wear tall frock Family well dress all black Yow Bokkle boom lef bwoy homeless Inna face weh the bloodclaatt chrome rest Mek some money buy mi house buy mi car But mi buy some rifle before mi buy mi Rolex Wall cutter bines that a bore vest Nuh done e clip mek sure couple more lef At least half a clip fi clear the way Rifle open up like umbrella pon a rainy day Skly skly [Chorus] Whoaaaaa whoaaaa whooooaaa Ruger clip double row ohh ohh ohhh oh Pan clip and bare banana Portmore, Spaintown, Old Harbor SK wid the laser under Plant bwoy head wid bare cassava {Verse 3} Uptown Papine tavern to kintyre Inna bwoy skin badman fling fire Zups through pon d yeng yeng wid the slim tyre Mi nuh fire old matik Weh bine up wid wire Carbine sound like it a bring choir Which bomber that a fire every man a inquire 2 gran gas mi dash inna the inspire Drive out wid the 15 weh full a skin fryer Pop up pon yuh block like pop tart Shot clawt bare man run and man a crack fawt 15 a raaas mek di Glock bawk 1 hot spliff 1 flask and a mad raaas Moaning and weeping and black cloth Hey bwoy man nuh tell yuh say fi stop talk? Rest him a grung Shub the nozzle pon di ears temple Chop out him head wid piece a the asphalt [Outro] Yea man yuh know sittin go Nothin' nuh change man, yuh zimi Zeen, Bobbylane pon dis man