Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beenie Man (Feat. D'Angel), artist - Beenie Man. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Beenie Man (Feat. D'Angel) |
| Oh, a dat a oonu a gwan wid |
| Oonu a bawl, caan oonu claim mi come pon T. V wid rupaul |
| No man caan jump bad man wall |
| No naah stall alright first |
| Dong, dong, dong, dong, dogger, diggy, diggy |
| Dong, dong, dong, dong, dogger, diggy, diggy |
| Dong, dong, dong, dong, dogger, diggy, diggy |
| Dong, words wid meaning, hey |
| Man, a bad man and man, nuh mingle wid nuh rodman |
| And if yuh dis di program, yuh is a dead man |
| Either by a shot or yuh hang |
| Jah, Jah ranks pass mi m-i |
| Man, a bad man and man, nuh mingle wid nuh rodman |
| And if yuh dis di program, yuh is a dead man |
| Either by a shot or yuh hang |
| Jah, Jah ranks pass mi m-i |
| (Niggers bleed jus' like us) |
| Picture me being fraid of a |
| Bwoy weh bus di same gun as me |
| (Niggers bleed jus' like us) |
| Picture me being 'fraid to defend my life a g. |
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| (Niggers bleed jus' like us) |
| Picture me run away from a fight a some bwoy mussy bright |
| (Niggers bleed jus' like us) |
| Picture me being fraid fi lock off a bwoy life like a light |
| Willie haffi squeeze the desert es |
| Better yuh ease nigger leave |
| Well, gun shot a surround yuh like breeze |
| Well, copper shot a tek a bwoy like bees |
| Caan believe, yuh hear mi steve |
| Bad man just get grieve and sing seh |
| Man, a bad man and man, nuh mingle wid nuh rodman |
| And if yuh dis di program, yuh is a dead man |
| Either by a shot or yuh hang |
| Jah, Jah ranks pass mi m-i |
| Well, fi live dung ainna di jungle, yuh haffi have whole heap a skill |
| Yuh haffi tek a lot a chill pill to kill |
| Well, big up all di man dem from warricka hill, hill, hill |
| What is my favourite attack when mi dress up in a mi frock |
| Wid mi wig pon mi head, sixteen over back |
| Bragga, dagga, dagga, da twenty five body drop |
| But Mr. Ria, Mr. Squire, bredda nia, bad man a flex like vampire |
| Mi wi shot dung a bwoy and nyam him liver |
| But first the D. J haffi utter |
| Weh yuh think all my guns are for |
| Forty-five in control jus to explode on a bwoy soul |
| Time changing things re-arranging more guns bussing |
| More man dying from back in the days of pure mass murdering |
| Well, everyday yuh hear another likkle youth gone |
| And another m-16 man born |
| Man plant peas and waan reap corn |
| What a gwaan, what a gwaan |