Rude Boy lyrics

[Chorus]
Sun goes up, Sun goes down
We dance to the Rhythm in a rude boy town.
Sun goes up, Sun goes down
Get ready for the danger sound yeah!

(Who's the baller there)
Yeah! Name Drogba. Should be more fit but the gunja kicks like Ong Bak flicks.
Heart on the sleeve, bleed for the team, friend and family tree. ESC!
Round the Green Shop with dreams half hot cause my bredren passed on some
Years ago. Reminise with O-G's not much older than me.
Bench pressing swelling up our chest hairs cause in there lies the heart resting.
Hard questions.
Chill in smoke filled rooms with sillhouettes of goons, rasta youts no imposters.
Hustlers juggle rock fish and lobsters too.
3 Peugot drop tops in the crew spot move slow.
No alarm on the dark cars armour alled down.
We Spar hard in good karma till the

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I've been trying to untangle my mind right, but keep the head knotty.
Found memories of picking the big one on the loquoat tree.
We shadows grown only long.
And a rude boys dopey strong, more then the typical youth with a toothpick and a fro.
Riding miles towing two!
No pads on the handle bars, just robbed Robertsons I had a mars in my pocket and a home made wrist rocket.
Mamas hair curlers missing?
The black assassin shots rocks before wisdom teeth rocks ping of car windows and brakes skreech.
So who's the best at stashing.
Made no ass resting out of the no tresspassing sign up Club M.E.D. in like 93.
In 94 we was seeing if banana leaf could draw.
One day my eyes closed and the sun dozed off.
The next dawn told me blaze past the storm.
Darkness my friends call me charcoal but at least my mellonin had a nervous nigga blending in with fences and dark shadows at night.
It's got me thinking things will be alright.
Snake charmers the charm us.
Tounge out like they llamas.
Peircings like berineseitn bears I read you clear.
So we can party all day, or maybe till the...

[Chrous]