(Intro)
Genahsyde enuh
The whole a dem a some clown, yeah
Yellow Moon
Grung dem
All me need, the clip full and get a bad driver
Dem endz shell a spendshell
And man a drop like wha’
We a bomboclaat top striker
(Verse 1)
Me pop it off and claat it
Swear to God, I don’t care if you bad inna your place
You no bad around here
32 inna the clip and every copper going share
Six man and six funeral the Bomber sound clear
Hammer fly, belly buss, bladder going tear
Get a phone call, weh you say that him a wear
So we circle him and buss him head inna the square
Top striker do it, ask the man weh sell the pear
As him order a food and before it could a share
A the rifle turn on all God could a hear
And the clip run out, so me draw fi a spear
And me turn it ‘pon any pu**y pass and a stare
(Chorus)
Top striker
All me need, the clip full and get a bad driver
Dem endz shell a spendshell
And man a drop like wha’, boom
Top striker claat it, top striker
When me aim, we no miss, somebody a go missing
The amount a duppy ‘pon this, the strap hot like wha’
A my money buy this, no borrow that neither
Boom, top striper claat it, top striker
When me aim, we no miss, somebody a go missing
(Verse 2)
Lift up the Bryco, how dem a mek noise so
Anyweh we drive go, go buss it, man a dive so
Some pu**y just love attention
We put three inna your face,
Your muma d’even recognize you
Whole a dem a some clown, Matthew’s Lane
Weh dem a do Downtown
Mobay gun sound and shake the compound
Man bleach a your gate until me turn brown
Close range, me rest the chrome ‘pon your crown
Top striker, boom, head found ‘pon the ground
Mek your duppy fast, the pu**y couldn’t mek a sound
No need a hundred round fi go gun dem down
Repeat Chorus
(Verse 3)
Me pop it off and claat it
Swear to God, I don’t care if you bad inna your place
You no bad around here
32 inna the clip and every copper going share
Six man and six funeral the Bomber sound clear
Hammer fly, belly buss, bladder going tear
Get a phone call, weh you say that him a wear
So we circle him and buss him head inna the square
Top striker do it, ask the man weh sell the pear
As him order a food and before it could a share
A the rifle turn on all God could a hear
And the clip run out, so me draw fi a spear
And me turn it ‘pon any pu**y pass and a stare
Repeat Chorus
(Outro)
Genasyde enuh
The whole a dem a some clown, yeah
Yellow Moon
Grung dem
All me need, the clip full and get a bad driver
Dem endz shell a spendshell
And man a drop like wha’
We a bomboclaat top striker
