Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Zone, artist - Jack Beats. Date of issue: 12.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Zone |
| Rudeboys know when I’m inna my zone |
| (Inna my zone, inna-inna my zone) |
| Rudeboys know when I’m inna my zone |
| (Everyone knows I’ve got a badman flow) |
| Rudeboys know when I’m inna my zone |
| (Inna my zone, inna-inna my zone) |
| Rudeboys know when I’m inna my zone |
| Mandem know I’ve got a rudeboy flow |
| Mandem know I’ve got a rudeboy flow |
| Mandem know I’ve got a rudeboy flow |
| (Inna my zone, inna-inna my zone) |
| Ya man |
| London City Warlord inna di place |
| So hol' on a yout, hol' on a man |
| Rise up me hand from dem do me wrong |
| Bwoy coulda tick just like Rubi Dan |
| Me draw for me gun what me get from Sudan cuh me bad like Sadam |
| Badder than Osama Bin Laden and dem man |
| Rise up the big stinking long iron |
| Me nuh ramp, me nuh skin 'round microphone stand |
| Anybody wan' live nuh fi test badman |
| Don gorgon, original don |
| Real badman, me ah di mic champion |
| Warlord originate from London |
| Anyweh mi go, di dancehall haffi ram |
| If a bwoy wan' disrespect di program |
| Me guh shoot off your face in front of station |
| Shot, shot him |
| Send fi di ting and |
| Mad, tell dem |
| Rudeboys know when I’m inna my zone |
| (Inna my zone, inna-inna my zone) |
| Rudeboys know when I’m inna my zone |
| (Everyone knows I’ve got a badman flow) |
| Rudeboys know when I’m inna my zone |
| (Inna my zone, inna-inna my zone) |
| Rudeboys know when I’m inna my zone |
| (Everyone knows I’ve got a badderman flow) |
| Rudeboys know |
| Rudeboys know |
| Mandem know I’ve got a rudeboy flow |
| Yo, I’m the farda and me run di border |
| Anyting try test, me will slaughter |
| And when I say I’m gonna wet up your car, fam |
| Jah know me suh I don’t mean with water |
| Dead like a big pussyhole but |
| When me dead, me ah die as a martyr |
| You test me inna di war, fam? |
| Nah suh |
| You coulda roll wid Jesus or pastor |
| You still ah get gunshot inna your clart ah |
| Weh you ah talk for? |
| Me ah di master |
| Shut your mout, rudeboy, don’t answer |
| I don’t wanna hear your shit |
| I’m gonna ignore you like a private caller |
| And I’ll lick off your head from far |
| On a long-range ting just like Ray Parlour |
| (Mad ting, yeah) |
| Riko Dan di London City Warlord |
| Jack Beats inna di place |
| Cyaan test we, dem dead |