El Gringo Lyrics

El Gringo - Popcaan

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Yow, St Thomas

Woii yoii (Them a dead boy)

Yow, Jelly Bads (Rum, rum)

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

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