Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Don't Know Bawlin, artist - Bounty Killer. Album song The Hit List, in the genre Регги
Date of issue: 04.04.2009
Record label: Tad's
Song language: English
They Don't Know Bawlin |
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 |