Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Don't Know, artist - Bounty Killer. Date of issue: 14.12.2008
Song language: English
They Don't Know |
| Kaboom! |
| bang esco, it’s poor people’s governor |
| They call to di rescue yo! |
| huh |
| Di system was design to perplex you (warning) |
| And stress you, but to di promise land we best go aiyo yo yo |
| Ghetto youths don’t over dweet go easy in these suites |
| Fling a jamaica’s feet |
| Nuh loose man! |
| nuh loose move! |
| nuh loose meds yow! |
| Don’t mess up di youths head it’s warlord |
| We gotta get news spread kaboom! |
| deh deh bout deh deh bout well! |
| Lease likkle thing di man dem ready fi pop it off |
| Grease up di 'tensil let di thing and di shot kick off (blow) |
| Youth dem want dem money (now) |
| Dem wi done you any (how) |
| Mi wi lay down inna bed and head top lick off |
| Three pickney mi seh just dead and it hut mi heart |
| Three dads mi si seh dem go ketch through crime stop tip off (yow) |
| Madness thing unno fi (low) |
| This a nuh police and nuh (show) |
| When you dead you just a dead you nuh have no part bawling |
| You ever hear a likkle baby bawling |
| When nuh food nuh reach him belly from morning |
| Tell mi what you expect watch him starving to death |
| And you go mek di baretta get brawling |
| Papa apply fi work and dem nuh call him |
| Mama use to sew shirt but now it stalling |
| Turn round a look pon her youth, caan find nuh food now fi calm him |
| Through they don’t know how ghetto people grow |
| They say that they know but they really don’t know well! |
| Mr politician tek da one inna you head |
| Everybody have a family dem waan provide di bread |
| How you teach di youths dem dread you tell dem country inna di red |
| So nuh badda come back out ya come f*ck up di youths dem head |
| Tell how you feel, when you set you system fi di youths dem haffi steal |
| Running down a fantasy and don’t know what is real |
| Gunning down a mantasy if that can make dem heal |
| Teach dem love because a that di youths dem need |
| Through they don’t know how ghetto people grow |
| They say that they know but they really don’t know well! |
| Bawling you ever hear a likkle baby bawling |
| When nuh food nuh reach him belly from morning |
| Tell mi what you expect watch him starving to death |
| And you go mek di baretta get brawling |
| Papa apply fi work and dem nuh call him |
| Mama use to sew shirt but now it stalling |
| Turn round a look pon her youth, can’t find nuh food now fi calm him well! |
| Through they don’t know how ghetto people grow yo |
| They say that they know dead punks that they don’t know |
| Kaboom! |
| esco it’s poor people’s governor they call to di rescue |