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Natty Dread
27.170
Reggae
Natty Dread è stato pubblicato il 23 ottobre 2007 da Tafari Records come parte dell'album Stamina
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AlbumStamina
Data di uscita23 ottobre 2007
EtichettaTafari Records
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM68

Testi

[Verse 1]
Nowadays them a braid
Twist them a plait
I and I, natty dreadlocks
Nowadays them a braid
Twist them a plait
I and I, natty dreadlocks
[Verse 2]
Remember way back when? When rasta had no friend?
When he was down on his luck and couldn't find a buck?
Babylon and his friends
I and I, penitentiary
[Verse 3]
Bad boy (Bad boys)
Them a run things
I went to jam down and over foreign
Bad boy (Bad boys)
Haffi run things here
Enough badmen live in a foreign
[Verse 4]
Shot a Glock over inna Matches Lane
Grandmama already in pain
Trying to get Johnny one visa
Sayin' a foreign life would be easier
[Verse 5]
Down the lane, fire one pop
Now in a foreign, fire big Glock
Left from York, you call him exporty
Now him return, you call him deported
[Verse 6]
Bad boy (Bad boys)
Them a run things
Enough badmen live in a foreign
Bad boy (Bad boys)
Haffi run things here (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Enough badmen live in a foreign
[Verse 7]
Talk burn when elementary
Nobody a done a casa boboli
But in the ghetto, wish Brooklyn, New York
You can trust shadow in the dark
So you see, we juggling skills
I set up roots in a Cypress Hills
[Verse 8]
Bad boy (Bad boys)
Them a run things
Went a jam down and inna foreign
Bad boy (Bad boys)
Haffi run things here
Enough badmen live in a foreign
[Verse 9]
Back in the days, this was like a ghost town
And every day, just another showdown
Eighteen god, Cypress pon lock
Before the **** man, I gig around the block
So you see, we juggling skills
We set up roots in a Cypress Hills
Left from York as an exporty
Now him return, you call him deported
[Verse 10]
Bad boy (Bad boys)
Haffi run things here
Enough badmen live in a foreign
Bad boy (Bad boys)
Them a run things
Enough badmen live in a foreign
[Verse 11]
Remember way back when? When rasta had no friend?
When he was down on his luck and couldn't find a buck?
Babylon and his friends, there ain't no end
I and I, penitentiary
[Verse 12]
Them a braid, them a twist
Nuff of them a plait
But I and I, a natty dreadlock
[Verse 13]
Them a braid, them a twist
And nuff of them a plait
But I and I, a natty dreadlock
[Verse 14]
Roots natty
Roots natty
Natty, natty
I and I, a natty dreadlock
[Verse 15]
Roots natty
Roots natty
Natty, natty
I and I, a natty dreadlock
[Verse 16]
Them a braid, them a twist
Nuff of them a plait
I and I, a natty dreadlock
[Verse 17]
Them a braid, them a twist
Nuff of them a plait
I and I, a natty dreadlock
[Verse 18]
Remember way back when? When rasta had no friend?
When he was down on his dough, and couldn't find a buck
Written by: Cecil Spence
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