Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Bandana, artist - FooR.
Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Song language: English
Black Bandana |
Black |
Black |
Black bandana |
And when we roll out inna black bandana |
When we ah shoot on the camera |
Bassline beat and a balalala |
We nuh tek talk from no man, gun dem long |
Roll out inna black bandana |
And when we roll out inna black bandana |
No bwoy can’t bumbaclart diss man |
Dem dead, Killa don’t response |
Plus dem know say the Killa’s from Brixton |
When we ah shoot on the camera |
Bassline beat and a balalala |
We nuh tek talk from no man, gun dem long |
Roll out inna black bandana |
When we roll out inna black bandana |
Bwoy can’t diss Killaman in any manner |
Man woulda kidnap your sister, beat up your bredda |
And run, bax up your mother |
Oh, we have 'nuff ting fi start out |
Inna bassline, Killaman, me nuh have nuttin' fi talk 'bout |
Hear your mooma bawl out |
«No kill mi son», that be ah your mooma, she ah bawl out |
Weh di bitch ah bawl 'bout? |
Cyaan cry with your hand pon your head |
Till your whole wig and your two front teeth fall out |
Some brand new gunman ah buss |
Yo, Irah, shoot di front room wall out |
Some likkle man fi know |
A Killaman name you nuh fi call out |
Gunshot buss, headtop fall out |
One man diss me? |
Know you’ll see all |
The whole of mi Cemetery Warriors dem ah crawl out |
Pon you and your stinking friends and your ends |
That’s why di gun dem bark out |
We nuh have nuttin' fi talk 'bout |
Black bandana |
And when we roll out inna black bandana |
Black bandana |
When we ah shoot on the camera |
Bassline beat and a balalala |
We nuh tek talk from no man, gun dem long |
Roll out inna black bandana |
When we roll out inna black bandana |
Bwoy can’t diss Killaman in any manner |
Man woulda kidnap your sister, beat up your bredda |
And run, bax up your mother, oh |
Black bandana pon face |
No CCTV ah catch badman face |
Sniper from a long distance, midday |
Not Call of Duty, man ah play |
RPG, handgun and grenade |
Just dash front room, we wan' clear out space |
Know say that man are badbwoy any day |
And we nuh tek chat or thump inna face |
Fifty-calibre shot inna face |
See the gun what me have? |
Cyaan carry pon waist |
Real gunman, me nuh miss when I aim |
No shot inna sky, man fire it straight |
Turn up ah di war, bulletproof vest |
Dem vexed when bullet dem start penetrate |
All police cyaan come pon di scene |
'Cause a-we babylon dem cyaan regulate |
When bassline start ah we clap gun weh |
My gun long like di plane pon di runway |
If a man wan' diss Killa pon Monday |
A-gunshot ah beat all week till Sunday |
Him have a big base, come, we go down there |
When my bars start an instant warfare |
A nuh do infrared, bulletproof can’t wait |
Dem same bwoy dere say dem wan' war we |
Send fi mi breddas or mi Killa gang Army |
Hmm, 'bout dem wan' violate we? |
Light up dem head like a Christmas tree |
Brain ah go jump like bloodclart flea |
Informer chat? |
Dem nuh interest badman |
357 and .44 Magnum |
Beat it, boobap, ballalla, clap one |
Never left the machine |
When we ah shoot on the camera (buckeye) |
Bassline beat and a balalala (yeah) |
We nuh tek talk from no man, gun dem long |
Roll out inna black bandana |
And when we roll out inna black bandana |
No bwoy can’t bumbaclart diss man |
Dem dead, Killa don’t response |
Plus dem know say the Killa’s from Brixton |
When we ah shoot on the camera (boobap) |
Bassline beat and a balalala (balalalala) |
We nuh tek talk from no man, gun dem long |
Roll out inna black bandana |
When we roll out inna black bandana |
Bwoy can’t diss Killaman in any manner |
Man woulda kidnap your sister, beat up your bredda |
And run, bax up your mother |