Skeng Songtext
von The Bug feat. Killa P & Flowdan
Skeng Songtext
Fe mi number num one) {3x}
I nom I nom one (I′m number one) {3x}
[Verse 1:]
This one dedicated to all badman
Whether ya from Manchester or London
Whether ya from north London or Brixton
(?) push up in a hand
Fi nom I nom two
Si flow dan a killa road show
All my brothers are mi roll deep bro
You don't wanna brush or step on wi shoe
You know I say true
Mi nom i nom three
Put in the Ganja take out the seed
For all a me intelligent people
Pon di road side we a smoke weed
Yes indeed, thats what we need,
Four, one time we talk and nah talk no more
Sight dem boy and wi kick off the door
Kick of dem door and wi run up wid tha four four
You don′t wana see the four four
Five, bust my gun and them nah stay alive,
Tek ‘way ya son I might tek away your wife,
(And you dun kno say mi a go still ago stab with knife,
Tell dem mi nom in nom six,
Dem walk with knife when we walk with sticks,
Killa man mi ago done some pricks,
Done some pricks wid tha M one six,
Tell dem (babylon?) seven,
How much gun (wi got?) bust wid da seven
Man don't wanna get us wid da seven,
Cos ya only gonna get eleven
(Something something) eight
Bust my gunshot boy at the gate,
Wi don't really care it′s early or late,
Badman man real we nah fake
Straight, mi nom i nom i nom nine,
Tec wid da nine, SW9, tec nine and a tec nine
Boy dem can′t dis mi it's fine, if a boy fuck wi mine,
Then I get the ten, mac ten,
Fi nom i nom ten, tell dem already
Nah tell dem again
No problem
[Chorus:]
Um, skeng, skeng, skeng
Mi a killa man bust off the big skeng
Skeng, skeng, skeng
Mi a killa man wi load the big skeng
Car, car, car,
Skeng pon road, no skeng in car
Car, car, car
Mi a killa man roll in a car,
Road, road, road,
(Walk inna something something) and I walk with sword,
Sword, sword, sword,
Shot inna face like dart in a board,
Real, real, real
Bullet fly through bumper, whole windscreen
Screen, screen, screen
Who can′t hear dem (woman ago feel)
[Verse 2:]
[puuuuusssyole dem nah know me]
See mi pon di roadside rolling
Like say ya feel ya cyan roll in
We have da machine ready for dem,
Ready for dem,
No make me ave fe stroll in,
When the big dogs roll in,
You don't want see when gunshot start beat
It will be like when dog′a eat tripe
Come a to stop a whole lotta dem,
Tell you d'truth se mi nah care bout dem,
Cah we me duppy de duppy de duppy (cah instead of ′cos)
De duppy de duppy dem
Me ago send bad duppy fe dem
Man a bad a man from a long time,
I swear down you can ask all a de people dem,
Look inna mi face, brother man you don't wanna see man when wi get evil then,
Then, then, then,
You don't wanna see me get evil,
Evil, evil, evil,
Worse, worse, worse,
Shot inna face make you send for the nurse,
Nurse, nurse, nurse,
Doctor can′t fix ya send for the hearse,
Hearse, hearse, hearse,
Doctor can′t fix you send fe de hearse,
Black, black, black,
Funeral start everybody in a black,
Poper in a suit an mumma ina frock
I nom I nom one (I′m number one) {3x}
[Verse 1:]
This one dedicated to all badman
Whether ya from Manchester or London
Whether ya from north London or Brixton
(?) push up in a hand
Fi nom I nom two
Si flow dan a killa road show
All my brothers are mi roll deep bro
You don't wanna brush or step on wi shoe
You know I say true
Mi nom i nom three
Put in the Ganja take out the seed
For all a me intelligent people
Pon di road side we a smoke weed
Yes indeed, thats what we need,
Four, one time we talk and nah talk no more
Sight dem boy and wi kick off the door
Kick of dem door and wi run up wid tha four four
You don′t wana see the four four
Five, bust my gun and them nah stay alive,
Tek ‘way ya son I might tek away your wife,
(And you dun kno say mi a go still ago stab with knife,
Tell dem mi nom in nom six,
Dem walk with knife when we walk with sticks,
Killa man mi ago done some pricks,
Done some pricks wid tha M one six,
Tell dem (babylon?) seven,
How much gun (wi got?) bust wid da seven
Man don't wanna get us wid da seven,
Cos ya only gonna get eleven
(Something something) eight
Bust my gunshot boy at the gate,
Wi don't really care it′s early or late,
Badman man real we nah fake
Straight, mi nom i nom i nom nine,
Tec wid da nine, SW9, tec nine and a tec nine
Boy dem can′t dis mi it's fine, if a boy fuck wi mine,
Then I get the ten, mac ten,
Fi nom i nom ten, tell dem already
Nah tell dem again
No problem
[Chorus:]
Um, skeng, skeng, skeng
Mi a killa man bust off the big skeng
Skeng, skeng, skeng
Mi a killa man wi load the big skeng
Car, car, car,
Skeng pon road, no skeng in car
Car, car, car
Mi a killa man roll in a car,
Road, road, road,
(Walk inna something something) and I walk with sword,
Sword, sword, sword,
Shot inna face like dart in a board,
Real, real, real
Bullet fly through bumper, whole windscreen
Screen, screen, screen
Who can′t hear dem (woman ago feel)
[Verse 2:]
[puuuuusssyole dem nah know me]
See mi pon di roadside rolling
Like say ya feel ya cyan roll in
We have da machine ready for dem,
Ready for dem,
No make me ave fe stroll in,
When the big dogs roll in,
You don't want see when gunshot start beat
It will be like when dog′a eat tripe
Come a to stop a whole lotta dem,
Tell you d'truth se mi nah care bout dem,
Cah we me duppy de duppy de duppy (cah instead of ′cos)
De duppy de duppy dem
Me ago send bad duppy fe dem
Man a bad a man from a long time,
I swear down you can ask all a de people dem,
Look inna mi face, brother man you don't wanna see man when wi get evil then,
Then, then, then,
You don't wanna see me get evil,
Evil, evil, evil,
Worse, worse, worse,
Shot inna face make you send for the nurse,
Nurse, nurse, nurse,
Doctor can′t fix ya send for the hearse,
Hearse, hearse, hearse,
Doctor can′t fix you send fe de hearse,
Black, black, black,
Funeral start everybody in a black,
Poper in a suit an mumma ina frock
Writer(s): Kevin Richard Martin, Dan Flow, P Killa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com