Lyrics East Indian - Bounty Killer

East Indian

Nah no mercy
I and I cyan understand 'cause…
This punk just come a prolong 'bout him a play counteraction
A weh him come from?
And a say him a Indian
Lost him culture and him reputation…
Well this a the last part of the session
Coulda wha' take this punk a say him a Indian?
I goin' mad him with counteraction
Me know Supercat the big brother, Junior Cat the small one
Him must be an East Indian
Yeah!
A wha' take this punk a say him a Indian?
Me ago kill him with counteraction
After me do Riding West, and him do «ride ass» song
The boy still a prolong
What a surprise as me a ride pon drive
Winchester inna mi hand, well Black Talon start to glide
Sitting Bull and Chief Joseph, dem run gone hide
Crazy Horse and Red Cloud, inna bush them a dive
And the Indian fool-fool and love fi make noise
Riding through the black hills it is like a landslide
Nesberts fly down like wild fowl
Black Talon a make them feather fly and them head roll
357 get out of control
It inna mi hand, me big, bad, and bold
So, «Don't fear no guys», that I have been told
By my daddy, although my daddy get so old
If you try take my gold you’re gonna lose your soul
I’m gonna aim to your heart or your mole
A wha' take this punk a say him a Indian?
I goin' mad him with counteraction
Me know Supercat the big brother, Junior Cat the small one
The punk must be an East Indian
Again!
Wha' take this punk a say him a Indian?
I goin' kill him with counteraction
After me do Riding West, and him do «ride ass» song
And him still a prolong
Me sing say!
This a the second scripture
Wah day me hear dem all a say you’re a doctor
How you never «doctor» your dengue fever?
Boy you chat so 'til your mouth cause disaster
Now you haffi run out of town like water
If a never me, me know you’d still be a pauper
Every day you get up, a who you a live off of?
Dressed like say you are your mama’s last daughter
Bending up your face like a big barracuda
Now you haffi run out of town like Luther
Diss man from Seaview, and man from Rema…
And man from Tivoli, you come inna Gleaner
And Waterhouse man, talking dem don’t inna…
A wha' take this punk a say him a Indian?
We ago kill him with counteraction
Me know Supercat the big brother, Junior Cat the small one
Him must be the East Indian
Again!
Wha' take this fool a say him a Indian?
I goin' mad him with counteraction
I man say Riding West, and him do «ride ass» song
And him still a prolong
What a surprise as me a ride pon drive
Winchester inna mi hand, well Black Talon start to glide
Sitting Bull and Chief Joseph, dem run gone hide
Crazy Horse and Red Cloud, inna bush them a dive
Indian fool-fool and dem love to make noise
Riding through the black hills it is like a landslide
Nesberts fly down like wild fowl
Black Talon a make them feather fly and them head roll
357 get out of control
It inna mi hand, me big, bad, and bold
So, «Don't fear no guys», that I have been told
By my daddy, although my daddy get so old
If you try take my gold you’re gonna lose your soul
I’m gonna aim to the heart or the mole
A wha' take this punk a say him a Indian?
Me a kill him with counteraction
Me know Supercat the big brother, Junior Cat the small one
The punk must be an East Indian
Again
Wha' take this boy a say him a Indian?
Him dead under counteraction
I man say Riding West, and him do «ride ass» song
And him still a prolong
So mi sing!
This a the second scripture
Wah day me all a hear dem all a say him a doctor
How him never «doctor» him dengue fever?
Boy chat so 'til the mouth cause disaster
Now him haffi run out of town like water
If a never me, him woulda still be a pauper
The whole world knows a we him live off of
Boy trace like him a him mama’s last daughter
Bending up him face like a big barracuda
Now him haffi ride out of town like Luther
Diss man from Seaview, and man from Rema…
And man from Waterhouse, no talking dem no inna…