Sound Bwoy Bureill

I bet you never thought I bust led/

Recognize the boot camp click outta Bucktown/
You say you number one wicked selecta/

Now everybody wanna be dongongon/
In the docks when the gun starts buckin/

Don't... Don't... Don't you ever mention bout you wan
Tess the champion sound/
Leave it to de people that can you know that can
When people see them a ball fa
Leave!

The motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see/
We bout to get illa/

And all you sucky-ducky niggas catch knots wit speed/

Is we dat have de management/
Leave!

As I retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots/
Adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk/
Nuff pussyhole gwan die this year/
Its the rain cummin like a hurricane lickin shots/
Wit my nigga D-O-G...

This/
May you return where the dust is... Yeah bwuoy

And come to de livestock 'cause you a deadstock from mornin to de