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    • Тексты песен / Z / Zulu Bob / Pon Road

    Текст песни Zulu Bob - Pon Road

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    На этой странице находится текст песни Zulu Bob - Pon Road, а также перевод песни и видео или клип.
    Hustle man a hustle pon road
    Addicted to dis money
    Me nah mek no excuse
    Granny love talk say
    Life is not a bed of roses
    Who knows it knows it
    From di ganja planters big up di farmers
    Both haffi touch pon road
    Both haffi plead with di soil
    fi reap inna coil
    Jus fi go sell pon road
    Mind haffi sharp
    Nuffa dem heart to dark
    Mixed deep with di asphalt
    Nuff a dem never a go reap what dem sow
    But dat a jus di price of road
    life have no balance but we keep control
    Some would sell dem soul
    for di streets of gold
    Police and thief a patrol
    Hard fi tell di difference
    When none a dem different
    Cause dem both use same road code
    Careful wah yuh tell when yuh sell pon road
    Nuff a dem sell your intel pon road
    Lawd Jesus Christ
    For di peas and rice
    Smaddy pay da price of road
    Hustle man a hustle pon road
    Money pon we brain
    Cause we Haffi block woes
    Granny luv talk say life is not a bed of roses
    Who knows it knows it
    From di Bank Teller to di herb seller
    Both Haffi touch pon road
    Both pon dem tings dem nah want expose
    Mission a di same and di ploy nah change
    Whole scheme Haffi tun up
    when we touch pon road
    life have no balance but we keep control
    Careful where yuh dash
    when yuh mash pon road
    Can’t spin and crash
    when yuh dash pon road
    Say Hustle man a hustle pon road
    Some a carry heat and move too cold
    Wah yuh say
    Bap Bap brrrrrrrr rap
    Bare shot a beat
    Di type a shot fi mek di blue suit dem retreat
    Yuh nuh see it
    eat hustle pray den sleep
    Life one day Haffi sweet
    Cause
    Lahd Jesus Christ
    For di peas and rice
    and a likkle meat kind
    Smaddy pay da price of road
    Wah fi rest
    But di road keeps calling
    Grave yard shift mek news in a morning
    News inna morning
    Somebody mourning
    Hustle man a hustle pon road
    Tensions high and about fi explode
    Granny love talk say
    Life is not a bed of roses
    Who knows it knows it
    From di street vendor to yuh local dealer
    Both Haffi touch pon road
    Both have product dat dem haffi unload
    And Haffi pay di tax of road
    No bother try relax pon road
    Fully focus
    Or you might get swarm by locust
    Hustle a di plan so yah best understand
    Dat man better man
    will gwan do di most
    Fi get money inna hand
    If you never know get fi know bout scam
    Ana ghetto story one know bout sham
    Cause lahd Jesus Christ
    Fi di peas and rice
    And a likkle meat kind

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