Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bun Dung Dreddie, artist - Capleton. Album song More Fire, in the genre Регги
Date of issue: 15.03.2009
Record label: VP
Song language: English
Bun Dung Dreddie |
Yes Jazzwad just select it |
This one is the ultimate |
How them ah trace like mary long tongue so? |
Dem ah go on like them have two tongue |
Ah what happen to them inna Babylon here man? |
Wise and know unno self |
Big mother mouth dash-y |
Couldn’t ah Rastafari them ah style as fassy |
Say again |
Big mother mouth lash-y |
No original me say them always copy |
Now again |
Big mother mouth dash-y |
Couldn’t ah Rastafari them style as fassy |
Say again |
Big mother mouth lash-y |
Diss Capleton and now me see say them ah traffi |
Long time me ready |
Burn down dreddie |
Nuff of them ah bow me say them nah hold no meddy |
Long time me ready |
Bun down dreddie |
Smoke too much coke the whole of them ah drop steady |
Long time me ready |
Burn down dreddie |
Nuff of them them ah bow me say them nah hold no meddy |
Long time me ready |
Bun down dreddie |
Smoke too much… |
Eh eh Jazzwad ah what happen to them? |
How you fi Ras and then you still ah eat pork? |
How you fi Ras and then you still ah smoke coke? |
Still all ah sail pon Babylon boat |
Nuff rent-a-dread go bow pon the north coast |
Bow to the Queen |
Bow to the Pope |
Under the influence of the thing called the dope |
Nuff ah take the heroine and nuff ah take coke |
Everyone ah hear them note eveyone ah see them sport |
Bare almshouse them come round here and support |
Nuff say them ah lion but me see say them ah goat |
Pass me the sword and make me chop off their throat |
Nuff of dem ah hang up inna John Paul rope |
Call Nyabinghi, Twelve Tribes, Orthodox |
Go call the tick and put the fire pon de top |
Call Bobo Shanti from the hill top |
Seperate the wolf them from the sheep flock |
Man ah real Congo Natty |
Man ah no curly locks |
Can’t diss the Bobo and say the Bobo wear frock |
Can’t see the king if you no royal hat |
Royalness haffi the royal flock |
Robe and turban fi de royal flock |
No Mosscini, Versace and dress like ah ass |
Nuff of them ah lion but me see seh dem ah fox |
Pass me the… |
Eh watch out now there rude boy |
Dreadie him no real |
Dreadie him ah fake |
Dreddie him ah lean |
Him never come straight |
Him don’t have no love |
Him only full of hate |
All the wrong things ah whey him go on go perpetrate |
And him never early |
Always late |
Can’t stand up on ah Emmanuel gate |
One thunder ball ah go tear off him face |
Nah hail Selassie nuff ah them gone ah space |