Baghdad Song Lyrics

We a bad from specie inna pocket
Woulda think seh is a matik to the way mi a knock it (pah, pah)
Buss yuh face up wid mi ratchet
Pon the coaster as me hop it middle day inna the traffic
Ayy bwoy nuh badda tell mi bout yuh glock a chip
Anuh the gun badman, a who deh back a it (WHOO!)
School days mi use to garlic up the choppa tip (now)
Mi see man a wull dem chest like when di grabba kick

Juvenile bad, bad
One pop inna di one strap bag
And a one shot inna di one pop mad
Son-son him a the contract god
Jungle, wi nuh grab handbag
.40 a buss, bomb ah drop, Baghdad
That cyaa' live dem better contact God
Mi done tell unuh a bad man bad
See di bwoy yah yow one stop cab

Mi done tell yuh seh a bad man bad
Four-four, that a one man trod
Hundred pan and hundred strong
Bwoy suck unuh madda none a mi gun dem jam
Mi love see di crime gruesome