Letras
Gangsta
Ah whappen' to dem?
I don't care what dem ah say, enuh
A one thing me know, huh
When me touch di road
Send bwoy to dem resting place
Haskell shot in a face
When gangsters touch di road
Di clip dem load
Brain touch di cloud
I am very proud
Ay—ah, ah—ah
Gunshot burn dem skin like di song me sing
When me done with him not even John Crow want him
Nah—ah, ah—ah
Tell dem
Me ah nuh somebody fi dem play with
Momma warn your son, beware di friend dem weh him stray with
Me touch di road and di Haskell me spray with
Gangsters kill him and di friend weh him go lay with
Ah shoulda fatherhole and a liar he ah fast and pray with
Gun weh me buss at him, gone inna him hair width
Gunshot, not a bwoy body like fairwick
Body over deh suh and di head inna di drainage
Cubans touch di road
Di clip dem load
Brain touch di cloud
I am very proud
Ay—ah, ah—ah
DASECA burn dem skin like di song me sing
When me done with him not even John Crow want him
Nah—ah, ah—ah
Di likkle bwoy nuh stop chat word but me nah watch dat
Him father is a fish so me know he's a sprat dat
My gun tear down pussyhole, don't bother match that
Cah to how mi gun big pon a wall, me have to couch dat
When you hear' 'Blow!', Cassava Piece Mack dat
So weh dem deh?
When me have mi K, me ah clap dat
Common Sense ah mi spot that
Batty joke, me nuh chat dat
If your gyal pussy fat my yute, ah me slap dat
Anyway, push your head underneath your mumma frock back
Mi license fi kill so from a pagan me ah shot dat
Dem rise against Killer, dem ratings me drop dat
You violate Mavado, your skull me will crack dat
Because when me touch di road
Di clip dem load
Brain touch di cloud
I am very proud
Ay—ah, ah—ah
Gunshot burn dem skin like di song me sing
When me done with him not even John Crow want him
Nah—ah, ah—ah
Tell dem
Me ah nuh somebody fi dem play with
Momma warn your son, beware di friend dem weh him stray with
Me touch di road and di Haskell me spray with
Gangsters kill him and di friend weh him go lay with
Ah coulda fatherhole and a liar he ah fast and pray with
Gun weh me buss at him, gone inna him hair width
Gunshot, not a bwoy body like fairwick
Body over deh suh and di head inna di drainage
Cubans touch di road
Di clip dem load
Brain touch di cloud
I am very proud
Ay—ah, ah—ah
Gunshot burn dem skin like di song me sing
When me done with him not even John Crow want him
Nah—ah, ah—ah
Whitehall touch di road
Cassava Piece touch di road
Garden touch di road
Firehouse touch di road
When Marvally touch di road
Di clip dem load
Brain touch di cloud
I am very proud
Ay—ah, ah—ah
Gunshot burn dem skin like di song me sing
When me done with him not even John Crow want him
Nah—ah, ah—ah, ah
Gangsta
For life
Hahaha
Send bwoy to dem resting place
Hahaha
Haskell shot in a face
Gangsta