| Yeah you know
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| Oktober
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| Oh, I
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| Bless, and you’ll be respected (respect)
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| Respect the ways of the old
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| 'Cause when a rudeboy has no place for acceptance (has no place for acceptance)
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| The day Selassie I come
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| Hear me now
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| Check, check, check out my melody
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| I got the killer flow, call it lyrical felony (lyrical felony)
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| I got more melanin than Melanie
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| So mothafuck what a fuckboy is tellin' me
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| I’m lit so they inhalin' me
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| Since I’m iller, no man be triller
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| No woman, no cry, fuck her, I didn’t feel love (didn't feel love)
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| Past the plantain, take a shot of tequila
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| Selecta, come back, rewind, now wheel up
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| I get respect on every road that I travel on
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| 'Cause me not deal with the fuckery of Babylon
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| Them haffi know me, I the don, no lie
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| So mandem back off when we walk by, Selassie I, come!
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| Bless, and you’ll be respected (respect)
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| Respect the ways of the old
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| 'Cause when a rudeboy has no place for acceptance (has no place for acceptance)
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| The day Selassie I come
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| Hear me now
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| We comin' straight from the motherland (motherland)
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| And it’s designed for the mind of my brother man
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| Who put it together, no other man
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| And we came to tell it to the world, we can’t keep it undercover, man
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| Roots and culture, shaped up and sculptured
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| No, you can’t have it back, you pussyclaat vulture
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| You’re dealin' bombaclaat business, don’t test me now
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| 'Cause man a real shotta, bwoy, you no stress me now
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| Pass the ganja, inhale the flavor
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| Praise the most high, bwoy, respect your savior
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| Rudeboi behavior, second to none
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| Mandem run when I pum-pum-pum-pum, Selassie I, come!
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| [Chorus: Classik Mussik &
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| Lil Wayne
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| Bless, and you’ll be respected (
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| yeah
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| ) (respect)
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| Respect the ways of the old
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| 'Cause when a rudeboy has no place for acceptance (
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| what up
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| ) (has no place for acceptance)
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| The day Selassie I come
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| Hear me now
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| Murder!
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| Grew up such a rudeboy, now me just a rudeman
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| I am not a human
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| , pocket full of blue man
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| Walkin' 'pon the stars gets me higher than a moon man
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| Send him to his ancestors, family reunion
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| Young Mula, bitch, them no more run with mi squadron
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| Dem say dem some goons, what’s a goon to a goblin?
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| Underground King, Likkle Wayne, dreadlock Rasta
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| She say she a queen, she play games, she play possum
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| Tunechi got no ceilings
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| , yeah, but Tunechi got more millions
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| The snake on me two billion, the fuck with the reptilian
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| Hit you from your blindside, got goons in your peripheral
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| Bun B a legend, period, rest in peace Pimp, I sip for you
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| Bless
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| Bless, and you’ll be respected (respect)
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| Respect the ways of the old
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| 'Cause when a rudeboy has no place for acceptance (has no place for acceptance)
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| The day Selassie I come
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| Hear me now
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| Bless! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rudeboi, artist - Bun B. Album song Return of the Trill, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп