Petrol - Ward 21: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Petrol

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Reggae

Petrol was released on July 29, 2003 by Greensleeves Records as a part of the album U Know How We Roll

Song Details

AlbumU Know How We Roll

Release DateJuly 29, 2003

LabelGreensleeves Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM160

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ward 21

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

K. McCarthy

Songwriter

c.browne

Composer

P. Howell

Songwriter

W.Johnson

Composer

K. McCunley

Writer

Lyrics

Run up, grab mi gun come murder yourself

Run up, grab mi gun and come murder yourself

Run up, mi gun and come murder yourself

Run up, grab my gun

Listen, if I see dem, I cry

(Step down at the Arab way face, imma jump over the) Wall

When copper steam, dem fe Jesus Christ, dem ah call

Me automatic weapon, them nah itch and them nah scar

Plus the nozzle, them nah small, when it comes to war

I'm similar to the killer, nuh, nuh iller

Step to your window, cover your face with a pillow

Bad man, dem a gorilla

Firehouse to villa, outta your chest, blood ah spill-ah

Shot off your Fila

Hey, bwoy tek shot inna your face

Shot ah body hotter than pepper spray and mace and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face

From mi diss yuh, top-a-toppa teeth fly, gone a space and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face

If yuh diss one of mi gun, your whole family we waste and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face and

Hey, bwoy shut your mouth and tek gunshot

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face

Make yuh swallow, but it doesn't show the cuppa yuh are chase and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna yuh face gun and put it inna yuh jaw

Pussy hole, go on, trace and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face

Man ah bad man, ain't no badder man inna the place and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna yuh and, Boom

Some man are carry dog, but my gun are bitch

Every time me squeeze it, fossil lay dong inna ditch

Some of them go get a newborn and go switch

And go change up them pitch

Slice their beat till I know doctor cyaan stitch topic

We often shot them boy, then make them boy, they know we got it

Your one pop, forget it, the KG9, we lock it

The AK47, Japanese version, yeah, we stock it

Them say we have a hobby, we bust boy heads, so grab it

Hey, bwoy tek shot inna your face

Shot ah body hotter than pepper spray and mace and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face

From mi diss yuh, top-a-toppa teeth fly, gone a space and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face

If yuh diss one of mi gun, your whole family we waste and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face and

Hey, bwoy shut your mouth and tek gunshot

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face

Make yuh swallow, but it doesn't show the cuppa yuh are chase and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna yuh face gun and put it inna yuh jaw

Pussy hole, go on, trace and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face

Man ah bad man, ain't no badder man inna the place and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna yuh and, hey

Listen, if I see dem, I cry

(Step down at the Arab way face, imma jump over the) Wall

When copper steam, dem fe Jesus Christ, dem ah call

Me automatic weapon, them nah itch and them nah scar

Plus the nozzle, them nah small, when it comes to war

I'm similar to the killer, nuh, nuh iller

Step to your window, cover your face with a pillow

Bad man, dem a gorilla

Firehouse to villa, outta your chest, blood ah spill-ah

Shot off your Fila

Hey, bwoy tek shot inna your face

Shot ah body hotter than pepper spray and mace and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face

From mi diss yuh, top-a-toppa teeth fly, gone a space and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face

If yuh diss one of mi gun, your whole family we waste and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face and

Hey, bwoy shut your mouth and tek gunshot

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face

Make yuh swallow, but it doesn't show the cuppa yuh are chase and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna yuh face gun and put it inna yuh jaw

Pussy hole, go on, trace and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face

Man ah bad man, ain't no badder man inna the place and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna yuh and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna yuh face

Some man are carry dog, but my gun are bitch

Every time me squeeze it, fossil lay down inna ditch

Ditch. Some of them go get a newborn and go switch

And go change up them pitch

Slice their beat till I know doctor cyaan stitch topic

We often shot them boy, then make them boy, they know we got it

Your one pop, forget it, the KG9, we lock it

The AK47, Japanese version, yeah, we stock it

Them say we have a hobby, we bust boy heads, so grab it

Hey, bwoy tek shot inna your face

Shot ah body hotter than pepper spray and mace and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face

From mi diss yuh, top-a-toppa teeth fly, gone a space and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face

If yuh diss one of mi gun, your whole family we waste and

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face and

Hey, bwoy shut your mouth and tek gunshot

Hey, bwoy, tek shot inna your face

Make yuh swallow, but it doesn't show the cuppa yuh are chase and

Written by: K. McCarthy, K. McCunley, P. Howell, W.Johnson, c.browne

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