Lyrics

[Intro: Vybz Kartel] Massive B Yow, Bobby Flatbush Shyheim Nineties Yow, Jabba Pop smoke, pop smoke Pop smoke, pop smoke Pop smoke, pop smoke Pop smoke Yow, Bobby [Chorus: Vybz Kartel] Badman nuh run joke We cut throat Chip Glock, gun smoke Blood sport Ignite di night So low, stay down, Tyson fight Bright dem bright without a light Brook Lane ready fi start a fight [Verse 1: Vybz Kartel] Bomboclaat One press, everything done Bomboclaat When Lisa Mercedez ah come Bomboclaat One press, everything done Bomboclaat When Lisa Mercedez ah come [Verse 2: Lisa Mercedez] Shoot dem, shoot dem, shoot dem, doh? Bwoy a run off dem teeth and tongue Shoot dem, shoot dem, shoot dem, doh? Bwoy a run off dem teeth and tongue Lisa mi name, mi ready fi London Link up Konders wid di bad song My man keep me fresh rocking Prada Balmain bitches, Balenciaga Tell dem gyal deh pon di fake page Cyaa stop me and don from engage Diamond ring, twenty-four-karat Mek dem chat, dem a parrot [Chorus 2: Vybz Kartel] Badman nuh run joke We cut throat Badman nuh run joke We cut throat Bad— bad— badman nuh run joke We cut throat Chip Glock, gun smoke Blood sport [Verse 3: Sikka Rymes] One don, mi anuh actor Who trick dem bout dem ah shotta? Dem never read di book, is like dem skip di V.P chapter Man dark an even Savage Doh diss and nuh expect damage Bullet a guh fling yuh pon di grung Coulda thicker than mi granny porridge WorlBoss, we a lead dem (Ha-ha-ha) So easy, so mi buss a laugh (Ha-ha-ha) Clip dem long like Portmore Toll Road Man aim and point it Yow wah gwan Portmore? Tell mi nuh Portmore Select it and caught it Gaza run di place, dem hear All who ah talk nuh bad like Lisa nails Daddy soon buss di case Fans a cheer [Outro: Vybz Kartel] Badman nuh run joke We cut throat Badman nuh run joke We cut throat Bad— bad— badman nuh run joke We cut throat Chip Glock, gun smoke Blood sport