Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bluku! Bluku!, artist - D Double E. Date of issue: 07.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bluku! Bluku! |
| Bluku bluku, ina the informer 'ead |
| Bluku bluku, buss' a shot ina the informer' leg |
| Bluku bluku, me left the informer dead |
| Runnin' tings me no chat to no fed |
| Bluku bluku, ina the informer 'ead |
| Bluku bluku, buss' a shot ina the informer' leg |
| Bluku bluku, me left the informer dead |
| Runnin' tings red nah me no chat to no fed |
| What yo gonna do when you hear that me and my crew are looking for you? |
| Knocking at your door, them the boys in blue, kidnap certain man that look like |
| you |
| What yo gonna do when you hear that me and my crew are looking for you? |
| Knocking at your door, them the boys in blue, kidnap certain man that look |
| (I'm behind you) |
| I don’t wanna hear no more talk |
| These boys don’t know more war |
| Shank in the leg so you can’t no more walk |
| Now you definitely taking the leg, blud |
| Who’s gonna come about pure war talk? |
| Who wants to be outlined in chalk? |
| You shoulda known better, it was all your fault |
| Real bad man don’t normally talk |
| Look like Skibba man, deal with the matter |
| Just like sicker man deal with the case |
| You said my niggas don’t watch no face |
| Come to the ends, bust shells in face |
| I don’t really wanna make it a court case |
| 'Cos I know that you got Trident on base |
| You can’t keep up with my pace |
| Cause I need more friends ina my space |
| It’s the E3 African |
| Ready for action and I’m the main attraction |
| Everybody stopping and clocking to see |
| How I’m holding or what I be rocking |
| I got the whole world jocking, chart topping |
| Dirty South hip-hopping with the big bass knocking |
| Fully thugged out, never stopping |
| All blacked out so the feds can’t spot him, going on so rotten |
| It don’t cease |
| People telling me to increase the peace |
| I release decrease when I reach the East |
| But I release the beast, I don’t care |
| Real bare chest, no Jesus piece |
| I’m John the Baptiste, wetting the road up |
| Hold up, I showed up flinging my gold up |
| Blinging and winging 'em out, I leave 'em in gold dust |
| Said they’re running the town, but nobody told us |
| I never got the memo, I’m sorry fellow |
| You’re a level below, I never even said hello |
| You’re soft like jelo, I roll hard |
| I go dumb but I’m far from a retard |
| Blackberry at my yard on recharge |
| IPhone in my car, that’s me, star |
| And I stay on the ball like FIFA |
| Still I stay smoking the potent reefer |
| See ya |
| I’m connected to more gangs than Ross Kemp |
| Manchester back down to Kent |
| Don’t draw for the leng, a hundred percent |
| No pussy round here blud, I can’t smell a scent |
| If you think that then you’re not thinking sense |
| My mandem will have you jumpin' a fence |
| No muscle, no need to tense |
| Here’s a bullet hole the size of ten pence |
| Nah, it’s not me that you wanna come against |
| Car, whether you’re small or hench |
| Got a big chest 'cos you love up the bench |
| When I release the cell you’ll be losing strength |
| Understand I’m not talking friends |
| You know war with me, blud, it’s too intense |
| I just hope your team’s got good defense |
| Just know |
| Bluku bluku |