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popcaan - we don't play lyrics

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[intro: popcaan]
unruly!
woii yoii

[verse 1: jafr-ss]
boy deh pon the freezer a chill like beach
people a dead when the k!lly dem reach
quada don tie rope round your neck like leech
outta your bredda gate, me and libya a bleach

[verse 2: quada]
big mac 11 travel pon the front seat
and me a give you the whole of it inna your front teeth
diss sup’ see him a gap pon the cold concret
plus him get a pretty gift named coffin and wreath

[verse 3: popcaan]
boy, why you sell your soul to the k!lly dem?
jafr-ss say, “poppy, every duppy, gimme dem”
p-ssy, you no bad like miss kitty friend
it’s a pleasure fi me squeeze up the zigga dem
dem anuh no badman, dem just a try
make duppy bat fly like b-tterfly

[chorus: popcaan]
we don’t play, put shot inna head side
p-ssy, violate unruly and dead at your bedside, yeah
hey
jafr-ss nah laugh when me shoob out the .45
wild crocodile k!ll dem by the road side, yeah
woii yoii

[verse 4: quada]
cho
p-ssy bury first when the mac 11 buss
never know say the street dem perilous
dark!
wild and devilous
boy drop a grung when the 47 buss

[verse 5: jafr-ss]
hmmm, dem shouldn’t trouble wha’ nuh trouble dem
quada, rise the rifle, make we go fi dem, oh
murder the dappa, see the puppy dem
dem a own crime weh anuh fi dem, uh

[verse 6: quada]
one word and the wild crocrodile
from you diss man, me rise up your file
everybody done know miller, so me ever have the 9
poppy say fi create the crime time

[verse 7: popcaan]
quada!
me use the sk and go dash dem ‘way
white sheet rap dem up, a trash dem deh
dem fi know man ash like ash wednesday
and people haffi dead like clash wednesday
tell dem

[chorus: popcaan]
we don’t play, put shot inna head side
bwoy diss quada don and dead at him bedside, yeah
versatile don’t play, put shot inna head side
bwoy diss brain and dead at him bedside, yeah
woii yoii

[verse 8: popcaan]
jungle make shot kick him like bigga thompson
rema k!ll you with the pan thompson
the world done know man a k!lly, and mi skull top hot like the cell dem inna horizon
r-real ol’ murderer go buss your head at town
catch you inna car, porsche, ’bout you deh pon phone
big fat beretta go sing the ringtone
dem find dem dead inna the wicked man zone

[verse 9: jafr-ss]
country have rifle weh thick and weighty
couple 9 milli weh we ship from haiti
bwoy, nuh think badman shaky
‘memba you just pick up badness lately
unruly boss, use the chopper and chop him up fine
any bwoy violate, dem picking up coin
buss dem head when dem sipping up wine
as him pick up him cup
him a pick up carbine

[chorus: popcaan]
we don’t play, put shot inna head side
p-ssy, violate unruly and dead at your bedside, yeah
hey
jafr-ss nah laugh when me shoob out the .45
wild crocodile k!ll dem by the road side, yeah
woii yoii

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