Lyrics Rude Boys A Foreign - Eek-A-Mouse

Rude Boys A Foreign

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La la la la la la, la la la la la la
[Summon da malicia, some of dem a lick rock
Some a dem a lick shot, dem a lick rock, da malicia
Summon da malicia, some of dem a lick rock
Some a dem a lick shot, dem a lick rock, da malicia]
Some a dem a do drugs, some a rob drugs, some a sell drugs and ting
Do it inna Bronx mon, not inna Brooklyn
Have a likkle brethren him name was White Wing
Dem rob him, dem stab him, dem shot him
Like a chicken dem pluck him, and pick him
Like a rabbit, them kill him, and skin him-a
Have another friend and him name was Harriot
All of a sudden mi hear him get shot
Some in him back and some in him met top
Run up da street, he couldn’t fire back
People running, and screamin', hear come di cop
Who do dat who do dat, who do dat
Tell me who shoot shot, who shoot shot, who shoot him back
More and more and more rude bwoy wan go a foreign, foreign!
More and more and more rude bwoy wan go a foreign, foreign!
Summon da malicia, some of dem a lick rock
Some a dem a lick shot, dem a lick rock, da malicia
Summon da malicia, some of dem a lick rock
Some a dem a lick shot, dem a lick rock, da malicia
The youth we mi go we say we call him Splish Splash
Inna ten piece suit who you call him Riff Raff
Little Willie likkle Willie likkle Willie
Crackin' o dopin' o look so silly
Don’t forget the youth we call him Slipp-ipery
Tall and skinny with a big big belly
Bouncin' around like a bowl jelly
Let me tell ya 'bout da youth dem call him Slippery Slip
Da dope house, da coke house, he was runnin'
Now doing twenty-five years inna prison
He was a mechanic fixin' car engine
Jamaica, Brooklyn, dope dealin'
California, to Chicago lotsa gun runnin'
More and more and more rude bwoy wan go a foreign, foreign!
More and more and more rude bwoy wan go a foreign, foreign!
Summon da malicia, some of dem a lick rock
Some a dem a lick shot, dem a lick rock, da malicia
Summon da malicia, some of dem a lick rock
Some a dem a lick shot, dem a lick rock, da malicia
Crocky Crocky Crocky Crocky Crocky Crocky
Was a race horse jockey but he wasn’t happy
Miami, Kentucky, Tennessee
Car crashed, them shoot shot, nuff nuff police
Although I’m laughin' it’s not funny
In da toilet him try to flush da dope an' money
Likkle Ricky likkle Ricky likkle Ricky
Dangerous and deadly, very slippery
Know about da brethren, dem call him Fenda
Police surround him, didn’t surrender
Driving up da street in a Mercedes Benz
Him man, him girlfriend an' two of him frien'
All of a sudden, a car come 'round de bend-a
Shoot up da car kill di all a dem
More and more and more rude bwoy wan go a foreign, foreign!
More and more and more rude bwoy wan go a foreign, foreign!
Summon da malicia, some of dem a lick rock
Some a dem a lick shot, dem a lick rock, da malicia
Summon da malicia, some of dem a lick rock
Some a dem a lick shot, dem a lick rock, da malicia
Know a little boy and dem call him Big Bear
Shootin' up da city, him was a nightmare
Now de gonna send him to the 'lectric chair
Him was a dreadlocks so they cut off him hair
Have a nudda brethren and dey call him Abashad
In a Brooklyn Pa-ark, down in a New York
Neva neva neva trus' da shadow of fadda
Him was a gunna' yet them shoot him in di car
More and more and more rude bwoy wan go a foreign, foreign!
More and more and more rude bwoy wan go a foreign, foreign!