UNDA DIRT Songtext
von Popcaan feat. Masicka & Tommy Lee Sparta

Un-unruly
Genahsyde, enuh
Unruly
Grung dem
Money ′nuff, mi nah lie
And it nah done

Dem coulda run inna the church (grung)
Killer, we guh put dem under dirt (grung)
The pussy dem fi know me gun ah work
And dem gyal dem haffi see me and go-
Dem haffi see me and go twerk
Dem coulda run inna di church (hoii)
Killer, we guh put dem under dirt (grung, dem under dirt)
The pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work
And me bad from di fucking day me birth (woii-yoii)


Wul on
'Cah man ah fire first, we never yet pose
Face gone dem want a-next nose
Strap up with me owna tings
The chrome ah rinse like wet clothes
Gunshot when me catch foes
Grave ah dig, dem gyal ah lef′ rose
Close range, yeah, we get close
From we ah likkle bit ah bwoy me a mek ghost

So me ah chill wid ah gyal 'pon the West Coast
She ah sing fi di don 'til she get hoarse
Money an′ duppy we mek most
Dem nuh like see we wrist and we neck froze
An′ we a-lock down the world and a-take shows
Murder when time the 'Tec show
Everybody know seh ah pussy dem deh
And if night tun day dem expose, wul on

Look inna e gun
Man lay down flat and look inna e sun, wah gwan?
Long time me tell you seh me tell you don′t
Me tell you dem just ah carry gun, wul on deh
Look inna the gun, boom
Shot bruk him foot as him run, wah gwan?
Long time me tell you, don't, me tell you dem
Them just ah carry gun


Dem coulda run inna the church
Killer, we guh put dem under dirt
The pussy them fi know me gun ah work
And them gyal dem haffi see me and go-
Dem haffi see me and go twerk
Dem coulda run inna di church (hoii)
Killer, we guh put dem under dirt
The pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work
And me bad from di fucking day me birth (woii-yoii)

The dawg dem run inna yuh house like ah inna Narcos
Pussy haffi dead, even if them rush a gah Hope
Prowl up an′ me buss me gun inna him mouth
One inna yuh face in front ah di court house (killer)
Killin' ′em, killin' 'em, killin′ ′em (killer)
Killin' ′em, killin' ′em, killin' ′em (rich)
Million, billion, trillion, dawg
We ah killin' dem fi-di-di shi-lli-lling

Killin' ′em, killin′ 'em, killin′ 'em
Killin′ 'em, killin′ 'em, killin' ′em
My frenny them run yuh dung, gun yuh dung
Middle day willingly killin′ 'em
Rifle lif′ up and a-buss

Rise up di Ca-Calico
Zoom up them head 'pon me scope
Buss dem throat like goat
Me nuh join lippin, or nuh runnin′, or nuh joke
Boy try run and ah nuh Bolt
Boy skin bun and a-nuh coke, him shout out God a-nuh nuh oath

Them coulda run inna di church
Killer, we guh put them under dirt
The pussy dem fi know me gun ah work
And dem gyal them haffi see me and go-
Dem haffi see me and go twerk
Them coulda run inna the church (hoii)
Killer, we guh put them under dirt
The pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work
And me bad from the fucking day me birth (woii-yoii)