Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yard, artist - Idris Elba. Date of issue: 04.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Yard |
| When I was a boy |
| Piper would always ask me |
| Which way are you gonna go |
| Will you go with the righteous |
| Or will you go with the damned? |
| Yo, a what di rass (Yo) |
| Bumbaclat (Yo) |
| You see mi family dem come from yard (Jamaica) |
| Love fi dance (‘Ey) |
| Love di dance (‘Ey) |
| Don’t get it twisted, I’ll done your dance (Br-r-r-ah) |
| I get lifted (Lif') |
| That’s what the spliff did (Twist) |
| Fuck christmas (‘Ey) |
| Been gifted (Yeah) |
| Them man are actors (Why) |
| No Idris (Blaow) |
| Boom bye bye don’t risk it |
| Woi |
| You ain’t' got the yard man style like me (No) |
| Bet your mum can’t make rice and pea’s (No) |
| Some lickle joker take man for moped |
| Back to your ends can’t ride on me (Golang) |
| A weh ya tek me for toddler b (No) |
| Pull up with Toddla T (Baow) |
| MC’s lick more than three (Down) |
| Man know Chippy stands his ground (Solid) |
| Ya nuh know my ting, lickle man watch sting |
| You affi learn ‘bout sound (Learn) |
| A bwoy, come correct you ain’t got no tech' |
| Never take my crown (Burn) |
| Tell a soundboy seckle |
| Dem weed can’t make you reach my level |
| Jesus piece on when I dance with the devil |
| Pull up in the dance in my chain and bezel |
| Yo, a what di rass (Yo) |
| Bumbaclat (Yo) |
| You see mi family dem come from yard (Jamaica) |
| Love fi dance (‘Ey) |
| Love di dance (‘Ey) |
| Don’t get it twisted, I’ll done your dance (Br-r-r-ah) |
| I get lifted (Lif') |
| That’s what the spliff did (Twist) |
| Fuck christmas (‘Ey) |
| Been gifted (Yeah) |
| Them man are actors (Why) |
| No Idris (Blaow) |
| Boom bye bye don’t risk it |
| I sent you to London |
| So you wouldn’t start a war in Kingston |
| Now you garn to London to start one? |
| What the fuck is wrong with you youth? |
| Listen, listen me well |
| You just make sure me get my money mi youth |
| Hmm, been here for years man give man credit (‘Nough) |
| Top up the styles when man discredit (Yeah) |
| Forget the talk (Talk) |
| Bite don’t bark (Darg) |
| I’ve seen man run gums and leg it (Hmm) |
| Everyone comes for me, why |
| Chip to fame, lock off these, flights |
| Irie till you try me, sly |
| Gully side, suck your mudda dry (Pussy!) |
| How you wan' test me or |
| How you gonna check me |
| You’ve never been Eski (Nah) |
| Level’s been set b |
| Don’t upset me |
| You’re never on a set B |
| Fool him a, fool him a talk ‘bout clashing |
| When I got the mic in my hand that’s a machine |
| How many MC’s did man mash in (Hehehe) |
| Woi |
| Yo, a what di rass (Yo) |
| Bumbaclat (Yo) |
| You see mi family dem come from yard (Jamaica) |
| Love fi dance (‘Ey) |
| Love di dance (‘Ey) |
| Don’t get it twisted, I’ll done your dance (Br-r-r-ah) |
| I get lifted (Lif') |
| That’s what the spliff did (Twist) |
| Fuck christmas (‘Ey) |
| Been gifted (Yeah) |
| Them man are actors (Why) |
| No Idris (Blaow) |
| Boom bye bye don’t risk it |
| Me lose my way, you know |
| Affi get back pon the righteous path |