Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 100 Bars & Bunnin , by - Jehst. Release date: 16.05.2005
Song language: English
100 Bars & Bunnin |
| Ayo |
| Straight out The Garden of England |
| The green-fingered horticulturalist |
| Herbalist |
| Abstract verbalist |
| Words I twist like Chubby Checker |
| The wordsmith |
| Burn spliffs on a double decker |
| And that’s word to Mark Hammond |
| I’m a shark, you’re a salmon |
| Get played like backgammon |
| Get dropped from the top of the Grand Canyon |
| I bang |
| Like a badman with a hand cannon |
| (Pow!) |
| When my sound gets played |
| It’s like a round gets sprayed |
| Pounds get paid |
| You get cut down to size like an eighth |
| When an ounce gets weighed |
| Now let’s blaze |
| Hydroponical trees in tropical breeze |
| Legacy left for the prodigal seeds |
| I see tragedy in comical scenes |
| Comedy in tragic events |
| Charmed by the magic of pens |
| I’m back in the ends |
| You don’t know? |
| Better and ask your friends |
| Better take two draw of the grass |
| Then pass the peng |
| It’s gotta last till the last man’s charged with zen |
| I send love to my loved ones |
| None to them trust fund kids |
| That are fronting in slums |
| Getting lump sums |
| Thinking it’s fun to be skint |
| Them are dumb cunts |
| I’m tryna be on a beach sipping rum punch |
| I ain’t bougie |
| But life’s like a movie |
| And I’m just an extra |
| Vexed and I’m moody |
| Excuse me |
| But can I please get a speaking part? |
| Or one-line, at least |
| That’d be a start |
| Ya see me, I graft |
| I ain’t tryna starve for my art or my craft |
| But I’m paddling |
| Upstream on a broken raft |
| Too many little men |
| Napoleon Bonaparte |
| Blast that are Noah’s ark |
| So we’re ever ready to defend that |
| Bevvy in my hand, head heavy off a ten bag |
| Of green crack |
| You see me Baron Greenback |
| Stacking greenbacks |
| Packing green in the treelab |
| My GP just released me from rehab |
| And all I need is hot water, milk and a tea bag |
| Maybe some Hobnobs |
| Ladies that slob knobs |
| James Bond making odd job through his odd jobs |
| I’m a top notch orator |
| Pot crop connoisseur |
| Hot box spots in your college dorm |
| Burst out the swamp like frogspawn |
| dipped dick |
| While you squirt over soft porn |
| Actions |
| Louder than the words of your long talk |
| I smoke the philosopher’s stone up at Hogwart’s |
| Stinking like bong water |
| Spilt on a dirty rug |
| Ali Baba |
| Forty thieves plus thirty thugs |
| Twenty tons of Class A drugs |
| The body of a man with the wings of a dove, I done |
| Fucked Barbarella |
| Indiana Jones, put your head in the propeller |
| They ain’t ready for the fella |
| Who appears in a cloud of boon |
| Now I’m out of town like Ronaldo |
| I’m too heavy! |
| For these weak mind fools |
| Too ready to attack |
| Gotta keep my cool… |
| («Jehst. The Dragon of An Ordinary Family. Coming soon.») |