Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breadman, artist - Stylo G. Album song Ten Years Later - EP, in the genre Регги
Date of issue: 25.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 3 Beat
Song language: English
Breadman |
Got to get this bread |
Got to get this money |
Got to get this paper |
Ain’t nothing funny |
Grinding in these streets |
You know am always on it |
Just like the bees |
Got to make its honey |
They call me the breadman, the breadman |
They call me the breadman, the breadman |
They call me the breadman, the breadman |
Ride around in a bread van, a bread van |
Bread, bread |
Me wah my slice a di rassclaat bread |
Bread, bread |
Put gunshot in a rassclaat head |
Bread, bread |
Anybody move a go rassclaat dead |
Bread bread, anywhere man come fi di rassclaat bread |
Bread bread, you nuh hear poor people a outter |
Some man say dem wah fi dem breat toast |
And some man say dem wah bread with butter |
Me bread haffi bruk fi me bredren, me bredda |
Whole heap a bread haffi bruk fi me better |
Me and me bredda whatever the weather |
Me go fi the chedder wid Stephen McGregor |
Dem call me the baker |
Bread a wrap up inna paper |
Bread, whole heap a bread haffi greater |
So all a me fren dem a foriegn |
Gwan big up Jamaica |
Bring me the paper |
Bread a go build me skyscraper |
It ago buy up the acres |
Me smile the vapour |
Tell them a bread we a waitf fah |
Bread, bread, call me, call me the breadman |
Bread bread, Junior Reid bring the bread van |
Brad bread, whole heap a bread man a pick up |
When man come fi di bread Make sure me nuh waah see no boy face |
Got to get this bread |
Got to get this money |
Got to get this paper |
Ain’t nothing funny |
Grinding in these streets |
You know am always on it |
Just like the bees |
Got to make its honey |
They call me the breadman, the breadman |
They call me the breadman, the breadman |
They call me the breadman, the breadman |
Ride around in a bread van, a bread van |
Bread, no bread nah run so no man nah smoke |
Tell politician no bread nah run |
So this year we nah vote |
Bread, a it ago buy we the house pon the hill and the fas boat |
When man come fi di bread man nah joke |
Bread bread, me wah my bread when it slice up |
Me bruk piece and gi me fren |
Me uncle say him like when fi him knife cut |
We rasta fren dem weh love the one word |
And say dem wah fi dem bread righteous |
Dem say who invite us |
The place get empty like a night bus |
Gimi gimi bread every minute every hour |
Me hand dem need them like me a make flour |
Bread bring success, equal power |
The windmill a make that need like flour |
Harddoah bread fi me dogs dem |
Me don’t even care if dem lumpy, lumpy |
When me see the bread we ago hunt it |
Every man face screw like bounty |
Got to get this bread |
Got to get this money |
Got to get this paper |
Ain’t nothing funny |
Grinding in these streets |
You know am always on it |
Just like the bees |
Got to make its honey |
They call me the breadman, the breadman |
They call me the breadman, the breadman |
They call me the breadman, the breadman |
Ride around in a bread van, a bread van |