Popcaan ● El Gringo

[Intro]
Yow, St Thomas
Woii yoii (Them a dead boy)
Yow, Jelly Bads (Rum, rum)
Yow, Dane Ray
1 Law (Them a dead boy)
Mobay, Grants Pen
Eastsyde
Atto (A wha'? Trouble)
A fully auto (Weh)
In a pussy face weh the bullet them...⇣ More

[Intro]
Yow, St Thomas
Woii yoii (Them a dead boy)
Yow, Jelly Bads (Rum, rum)
Yow, Dane Ray
1 Law (Them a dead boy)
Mobay, Grants Pen
Eastsyde
Atto (A wha'? Trouble)
A fully auto (Weh)
In a pussy face weh the bullet them gwan go
Them know man a El Chapo, man a real El Gringo
Shub the Uzi through the window

[Chorus]
Burst him head, dead him dead
When me go fi boy, them can't get 'way
Boy, him a dead boy
'Bout him a general
Give him a funeral
Rapid the 'K and make him blood run out like mineral
You know we crazy
You a dead boy

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bullet a sing like Luther Vandross
Them a pussy likе weh there in a thеm gyal draws
Me celebrate him friend duppy with a one floss (Wha')
Nineties a Unruly, a some mad dawgs
Me have some bomboclaat dawg a Trinidad weh fully mad
Pussy haffi dead all if me send them 'pon a cab (Woah)
All when your house pretty, a your duppy we a rob (Trouble)
'Matic them so pretty, them no jam and them no grab
Dela, the dawgs them hungry, send them a Dovecot Sunday
Who don't dead haffi run 'way
Elbow de dog them hungry, a where me bloodclaat gun there
As long as road deh deh man a go there
YG, man a gorilla
You dead when time we [?] yah
People a fling your dead body like Guerilla
Evil weh Grey, me call that one yah Capella
Forty ball spin your fucking head like propeller (Weh)

[Chorus]

Burst him head, dead him dead
When me go fi boy, them can't get 'way
Bwoy, him a dead boy
'Bout him a general
Give him a funeral
Rapid the 'K and make him blood run out like mineral
You know we crazy
Him a dead boy
Bad drugs (Trouble)

[Verse 2]
Stun them in a cars fast, fast
Boy head could a tougher than a cork an torque
Don't tell me fi cool, you know a dark man dark
Me have Springfield where bland like Zj Sparks
Weh me do?
Catch the pussy them a braff and laugh
Forty ball in a face, a no bore nor dawg
Poppa Skull push the badness like a hold-on cart
Law Boss done tell them say a 'Rolling Calf' (Weh)
Badman send them a funeral home
Father Bash know me will kill them alone
Flatbush full a power like Karl Malone
Whole day, whole night every killy a roam
Shallow grave we a give them, no coffin, no wreath
Turn on the draco, put in 'pon repeat
Redman go murder 'bout ten a them
Clip them wrap up like nanny head
Junglist weh murder boy anywhere
Him not even safe at the cemetery

[Chorus]

Burst him head, dead him dead
When me go fi boy, them can't get 'way
Bwoy, him a dead boy
'Bout him a general
Give him a funeral
Rapid the 'K and make him blood run out like mineral
You know we crazy
Him a dead boy
(Trouble)

[Verse 3]
Me no care a who fah badness them a use
Pussy them run go start the war, and know ah them a lose
You know me socks them full a shot me never left me shoes
You love fi hype your dirty self, that's why you make the news
Portmore, everything a connect
Them know say me killas ever ready fi step
MAC 90 me use and bruk up them head
And me war budget can't hold in a wallet
Not even police can save them bat
Right out a him gate him lay down flat
Him mumma run out see him a cough and gasp
Left them house burn down, a gunshot an gas

[Outro]
Unruly! Woii yoii, wicked, wicked
Rukumpeng, rudum
Dead him dead
When me go fi boy, them can't get 'way
Bwoy, him a dead boy
'Bout him a general
Give him a funeral
Dead him dead, dead him dead

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