"Political Badness" lyrics

Political badness
Yuh done know di chops
Nsg, RV, we do da one yah easy wah wah wah
Well incomes the musical thing called randy valentine representing for all the generals inna the dancehalll
We can't stall, ah aaw
Watch yah!

I use to do roberies back in the days
I still havent changed my ways
Still tryna dounble the paper
Hot fire mine we affi burn down this
Every day when you walking down the street
Badman still a lock it pon dem waste
Hot gyal still a skank inna the place
Yeah man a so we dweet yeah.

I don't look up to no older
Move bangs then Finesse the holder
Everything free got good cc's
She only loves me when I get her double cc
He wanted beef till his life went left
Hope out the car
Pop the boot
Big tekken
Kick back Like Jin
Come we kick back, baby shot some gin

Mash p's yh
Man ah mash p's
Can't be seen nah at the crime scene
Ain't been round for a bit yo terry where you been
Had to give a top up cah that's my favourite fiend
Gyal turn freak when the light turn off
She offin her pant I'm insider her
Broskis in the can for the fizzy no tango
He don't dance making plays off a zanco

I use to do roberies back in the days
I still havent changed my ways
Still tryna dounble the paper
Hot fire mine we affi burn down this
Every day when you walking down the street
Badman still a lock it pon dem waste
Hot gyal still a skank inna the place
Yeah man a so we dweet yeah.

Rastaman no eat bacon, Rasta man don't speak to Babylon,
They got my boy dem Locked up in the can, so me & dem boy can't get along
You owe me money I want every pesewa, I'm on beef like yaa asantewa
I am a bread winner I get my bread up, the way I manoeuvre it's essential

Me and my guys yeah we dye for the road side
Mama tell me stay away from the bad guys
That was a long,
Very long time
Money affi make But we no get time
So we stay Running, running
Stay running, running
Money affi make
So we stay running, running
Teef mans girls like my coloniser
Na, teef mans girl I'm a womaniser

I use to do roberies back in the days
I still havent changed my ways
Still tryna dounble the paper
Hot fire mine we affi burn down this
Every day when you walking down the street
Badman still a lock it pon dem waste
Hot gyal still a skank inna the place
Yeah man a so we dweet yeah.

Jugging everyday you know I had to get payed
Labelled as a Shotter always had it on ma waist
Hate it when I'm sober have to roll me up a J
If I go broke I'll go back to ma old ways
You used to doubt me see I'm on now
Now these bitches tryna fuck me cause they want clout
Soo I fuck these hoes with ma plaques on the wall
Praying on ma down but I could never fall

Put your panty to the side gyalie
You was talking hella pon the celly
Still made it just off the celly
Now you smell the money smelling on me

She love the smell of my cologne
That be the money and the rabanne
Don't ask me how far ask me how well
Don't ever ask me why we oucheaa

I use to do roberies back in the days
I still havent changed my ways
Still tryna dounble the paper
Hot fire mine we affi burn down this
Every day when you walking down the street
Badman still a lock it pon dem waste
Hot gyal still a skank inna the place
Yeah man a so we dweet yeah.