Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song El Gringo , by - Popcaan. Release date: 25.12.2021
Song language: English
El Gringo |
| Yow, Dane Ray |
| 1 Law (Them a dead boy) |
| Mobay, Grants Pen |
| Eastsyde |
| Atto (A wha'? Trouble) |
| A fully auto (Weh) |
| In a pussy face weh the bullet them gwan go |
| Them know man a El Chapo, man a real El Gringo |
| Shub the Uzi through the window |
| Burst him head, dead him dead |
| Run go fi boy, them can’t get 'way |
| Bwoy, him a dead boy |
| 'Bout him a general |
| Give him a funeral |
| Rapid the 'K and make him blood run out like mineral |
| You know we crazy |
| You a dead boy |
| Yeah, bullet a sing like Luther Vandross |
| Them a pussy like weh there in a them gyal draws |
| Me celebrate him friend duppy with a one floss (Wha') |
| Nineties a Unruly, a some mad dawgs |
| Me have some bomboclaat dawg a Trinidad weh fully mad |
| Pussy haffi dead all if me send them 'pon a cab (Woah) |
| All when your house pretty, a your duppy we a rob (Trouble) |
| 'Matic them so pretty, them no jam and them no grab |
| Dela the dawgs them hungry, send them a Dovecot Sunday |
| Who don’t dead haffi run 'way |
| Elbow de dog them hungry, a where me bloodclaat gun there |
| As long as road deh deh man a go there |
| YG, man a gorilla |
| You dead when time we yah |
| People a fling your dead body like Guerilla |
| Evil weh Grey, me call that one yah Capella |
| Forty ball spin your fucking head like propeller (Weh) |
| Burst him head, dead him dead |
| Run go fi boy, them can’t get 'way |
| Bwoy, him a dead boy |
| 'Bout him a general |
| Give him a funeral |
| Rapid the 'K and make him blood run out like mineral |
| You know we crazy |
| Him a dead boy |
| Bad drugs (Trouble) |
| Stun them in a cars fast, fast |
| Boy head could a tougher than a cork an torque |
| Don’t tell me fi cool, you know a dark man dark |
| Me have spring field where bland like Zj Sparks |
| Weh me do? |
| Catch the pussy them a braff and laugh |
| Forty ball in a face, a no bore nor dawg |
| Poppa Skull push the badness like a hold-on cart |
| Law Boss done tell them say a 'Rolling Calf' (Weh) |
| Badman send them a funeral home |
| Father Bash know me will kill them alone |
| Flatbush full a power like Karl Malone |
| Whole day, whole night every killy a roam |
| Shallow grave we a give them, no coffin, no wreath |
| Turn on the draco, put in 'pon repeat |
| Redman go murder 'bout ten a them |
| Clip them wrap up like nanny head |
| Junglist weh murder boy anywhere |
| Him not even safe at the cemetery |
| Burst him head, dead him dead |
| Run him go fi boy, them can’t get 'way |
| Bwoy, him a dead boy |
| 'Bout him a general |
| Give him a funeral |
| Rapid the 'K and make him blood run out like mineral |
| You know we crazy |
| Him a dead boy |
| (Trouble) |
| Me no care a who fah badness them a use |
| Pussy them run go start the war, and know ah them a lose |
| You know me socks them full a shot me never left me shoes |
| You love fi hype your dirty self, that’s why you make the news |
| Portmore, everything a connect |
| Them know say me killas ever ready fi step |
| MAC 90 me use and bruk up them head |
| And me war budget can’t hold in a wallet |
| Not even police can save them bat |
| Right out a him gate him lay down flat |
| Him mumma run out see him a cough and gasp |
| Left them house burn down, a gunshot an gas |
| Unruly! |
| Woii yoii, wicked, wicked |
| Rukumpeng, rudum |
| Dead him dead |
| Run him go fi boy, them can’t get 'way |
| Bwoy, him a dead boy |
| 'Bout him a general |
| Give him a funeral |
| Dead him dead, dead him dead |