Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shaky, artist - DJ MaximumDate of issue: 20.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shaky |
| Boy Better Know |
| Newbaan |
| Big up the Portmore crew |
| Shout out Popcaan |
| Dem manna move shaky, shaky, shaky |
| Us manna move gangsta, gangsta, gangsta |
| Rifle a wave, rifle a claat |
| Rifle a murder dem bomboclaat |
| Little fool, lest we don’t make di war start |
| If you run inna di crowd then di croud haffi part |
| All if you run inna di childrens park |
| Mi a kill yoo right deso cause me nuh have no heart |
| Shots bite of heads like a baby shark |
| And bend up him bloodclaat body like fork |
| Yeah from a war me nah chase |
| Me a fight till me dead like Scarface |
| Portmore, Waterford a di war base |
| Q-Tips for all who have hard ears |
| Real killers nuh response |
| Dem manna move shaky, shaky, shaky |
| Us manna move gangsta, gangsta, gangsta |
| Skepta, yeah |
| Touch down in Kingston, Jamaica, yes indeed |
| Me and my G’s bunnin' zest in the streets |
| You can see us, lookin' lean up |
| Screaming Nicodemus rest in peace |
| Coconut fresh from the tree |
| Oh yeah Carline tell Ninja bless for the weed |
| Before you spark it check for police |
| I stain a boys garms like Fanta |
| Lyrically I bring the goods like Santa |
| Where’s my laptop? |
| Pass my adaptor |
| Said they wanna clash, I said «Alright rasta» |
| Yeah, cause like Mister Palmer |
| I got little 'tugs that’ll run upp in your house if you diss the master |
| You nasty rasta |
| Girls suck me off and you kiss them after |
| Yeah, fried fish in a festival |
| Touch down in yard and a couple man spit, still feel like I am the best of all |
| Frisco said should we link down with Soundbwoy, I said like «fam I will test |
| them all» |
| I will link down any MC that moves shaky round me, there’s no time to rest at |
| all |
| Met a couple dons who though they were always right, now look I’ve left them all |
| Heard a couple dons are looking for me and my mates, try and now I ain’t |
| stressed at all |
| Walk with a Jesus piece, but if we should meet, try and know you ain’t blessed |
| at all |
| Went from the student straight to the teacher, just know man never left the |
| school |
| Dem manna move shaky, shaky, shaky |
| Us manna move gangsta, gangsta, gangsta |
| Yo, listen |
| I was in Jam down chillin' with family |
| Land of Bob Marley, Michael Manley |
| I was by the sea where the beach is sandy |
| Manna got the apple on rum and the brandy |
| Us man are wavey don |
| None of my dons move shaky don |
| See me with ninja, the dons have dons |
| Any violation, bust gun like gong |
| Come on |
| I got a 16 bar that will shell them |
| Put in head that’ll saw them |
| Man respect heaven and hell then |
| Say you know bad man, bell them |
| I don’t wanna hear man talkin' |
| Leave a MC dead by the weekend |
| MCs wanna try and jump on my wave |
| But they’re all gonna drown in the deep end |
| I’ma big what?, big who? |
| big mic man |
| I’mma flow dem |
| I got flow for days so likkle man better act like you know man |
| Creps lookin' all barbaric, Konan |
| Touch down in Jamaica, ring the link' dem, tell’em the mandems in town |
| Man wanna scream out, shout out man, but don’t know who you mention Jim Brown |
| (shaky) |
| Kill MCs as a past time |
| Draw somethin' out of the archive |
| Bandana, spliff full of weed and grabba |
| On the veranda, yard side |
| Me fall of that’s a far cry |
| I come to shine like star light, alright |
| R.I.P. |
| if you’re prayin' on my downfall |
| If it’s teef get more than a mouthful |
| Dem manna move shaky, shaky, shaky |
| Us manna move gangsta, gangsta, gangsta |
| Capo, there’s 206 bones in my body |
| Nigga there’s not one shaky bone in my body |
| Tottenham man in Jamaica |
| Cold Heineken, open shirt up |
| Parts can’t click with badman |
| Bun off the talk, some Ricky Lake-a |
| It’s just me, me, me |
| I really squeeze, squeeze, squeeze |
| Girl at the bar just slipped me her number |
| She wants to beat, beat, beat |
| Some time it’s bad boys can’t chat to me |
| Ain’t scared of anything, heart’s too clean |
| Between you, your God and pillow |
| Know you’re a idiot, know you’re a chief |
| Yeah I’m finally here |
| Yeah I’m back in J-A |
| BBK on the island, make way |
| Landed then went out on the same day |
| Me, Solo and Lay-Z at the front row |
| Vibesing, the rest of the crew on the same wave |
| Little bit of high grade, little bit of Wray Wray |
| Got my head spinnin' real fast like a Beyblade |
| Lick off your head like an AK |
| I’ll make Ninjaman know a |
| You better listen when the dan gorgon ah talk up |
| Met apartment |
| Chillin' with U-Roy in his front garden |
| Let man know what’s gwanin' |
| Big spliff and a rum punch in the morning |
| BBK and J-A on a hard ting |
| Dem manna move shaky, shaky, shaky |
| Us manna move gangsta, gangsta, gangsta |