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popcaan - born bad (remix) lyrics

[intro: popcaan]
unruly
wha’ dem a do?
that a me
wha’ dem a say?
we run ’bout yah
anyhow

[bridge: popcaan]
puzzle up the ting dem right
bwoy too bright, so me dim dem light
can’t bring knife to gun point
the bwoy dem feel defeat dem life

[verse 1: popcaan]
saddle up the ting dem like donkey, make we go fi dem
rot-wilder we a use, anuh puppy dem
bwoy dem a hype with tings weh anuh fi dem
me no fight gyal war, dem war yah anuh fi jen
a chat like sample man, a mussi nuffy’s friend
me no borrow bwoy gun, my gun dem anuh fi lend
bwoy skin burn like weed with a likkle blem
bullet rush out of the nozzle, anuh adrenaline

[chorus: popcaan]
yeah, yeah we –
bad, born bad, ba-bad
ba-bad, born bad
mmm
ba-bad, born bad, ba-bad
why dem a gwan bad?
we bad, born bad, ba-bad
ba-bad, born bad
mmm
bad, born bad, ba-bad
why dem a gwan bad?
str8!

[verse 2: popcaan]
str8!
me no care, me no fear, me no ‘fraid of –
people no scare me nowhere, me no play that
drive by anywhere inna the mayback
smoking a spliff on the way fi go spray that
anywhere weh the heckle and the ‘k kotch
people a run like train pon the train track
any bwoy say him bad, a me train that
me no play ’round like game shop
hey!
anyweh me feel like, me will spray shot
war movie a gwan, me amear knock
the badness trophy, me done claim that
bwoy marrow fly and anuh plane that

[verse 3: freddie gibbs]
here comes the boom! -boom!- bounce
million dollar house
money that we count
flipped a couple ounces
yayo like a mountain
hit ’em, have ’em spitting up blood like a fountain
down to get cash up, m-ss up, the ritual
take you off this earth you
papa said, “”
cell, no telling
they probably wanna see me dead and broke, man
no rest in peace my enemy, i smoked one
don’t gamble with your life, boy, you’re not smart
gangsta, don’t cross one
bad man

[verse 4: popcaan]
yeah
a couldn’t me dem a romp with
and dem know say me mad and me haunted
no care if me waan run wanted
but, from me a d-mn kid the 17 a mi favorite glock
bwoy drop pon the ground when me waving that
anuh glue when your armor pierce with shot
can’t win no war with chat
bwoy
any robbery me go pon so, me lay down flat
haffi go to meadowrest, somewhere near dovecot
me no hang out a bar, that a bait up spot
dem only full up of beare tough chat

[chorus: popcaan]
unruly!
bad, born bad, ba-bad
ba-bad, born bad
mmm
ba-bad, born bad, ba-bad
why dem a gwan bad?
we bad, born bad, ba-bad
ba-bad, born bad
mmm
bad, born bad, ba-bad
why dem a gwan bad?

- popcaan lyrics

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