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Sun goes up, Sun goes down
We dance to the Rhythm in a rude boy town
Sun goes up, Sun goes down
Get ready for the danger sound yeah!
(Who's the baller there)
Yeah! Name Drogba Should be more fit but the gunja kicks like Ong Bak flicks
Heart on the sleeve, bleed for the team, friend and family tree ESC!
Round the Green Shop with dreams half hot cause my bredren passed on some
Years ago Reminise with O-G's not much older than me
Bench pressing swelling up our chest hairs cause in there lies the heart resting
Hard questions
Chill in smoke filled rooms with sillhouettes of goons, rasta youts no imposters
Hustlers juggle rock fish and lobsters too
3 Peugot drop tops in the crew spot move slow
No alarm on the dark cars armour alled down
We Spar hard in good karma till the
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I've been trying to untangle my mind right, but keep the head knotty
Found memories of picking the big one on the loquoat tree
We shadows grown only long
And a rude boys dopey strong, more then the typical youth with a toothpick and a fro
Riding miles towing two!
No pads on the handle bars, just robbed Robertsons I had a mars in my pocket and a home made wrist rocket
Mamas hair curlers missing?
The black assassin shots rocks before wisdom teeth rocks ping of car windows and brakes skreech
So who's the best at stashing
Made no ass resting out of the no tresspassing sign up Club MED in like 93
In 94 we was seeing if banana leaf could draw
One day my eyes closed and the sun dozed off
The next dawn told me blaze past the storm
Darkness my friends call me charcoal but at least my mellonin had a nervous nigga blending in with fences and dark shadows at night
It's got me thinking things will be alright
Snake charmers the charm us
Tounge out like they llamas
Peircings like berineseitn bears I read you clear
So we can party all day, or maybe till the
[Chrous]