Eek-A-Mouse - Rude Boys A Foreign lyrics

La la la la la la, la la la la la la La la la la la la, la la la la la la [instrumental] [Summon da malicia, some of dem a lick rock Some a dem a lick shot, dem a lick rock, da malicia Summon da malicia, some of dem a lick rock Some a dem a lick shot, dem a lick rock, da malicia] Some a dem a do d**, some a rob d**, some a sell d** and ting Do it inna Bronx mon, not inna Brooklyn Have a likkle brethren him name was White Wing Dem rob him, dem stab him, dem shot him Like a chicken dem pluck him, and pick him Like a rabbit, them k** him, and skin him-a Have another friend and him name was Harriot [Used to live up in top nudda pon da hilltop] All of a sudden mi hear him get shot Some in him back and some in him met top Run up da street, he couldn't fire back People running, and screamin', hear come di cop Who do dat who do dat, who do dat Tell me who shoot shot, who shoot shot, who shoot him back More and more and more rude bwoy wan go a foreign, foreign! More and more and more rude bwoy wan go a foreign, foreign! Summon da malicia, some of dem a lick rock Some a dem a lick shot, dem a lick rock, da malicia Summon da malicia, some of dem a lick rock Some a dem a lick shot, dem a lick rock, da malicia The youth we mi go we say we call him Splish Splash Inna ten piece suit who you call him Riff Raff Little Willie likkle Willie likkle Willie Crackin' o dopin' o look so silly Don't forget the youth we call him Slipp-ipery Tall and skinny with a big big belly Bouncin' around like a bowl jelly Let me tell ya 'bout da youth dem call him Slippery Slip Da dope house, da coke house, he was runnin' Now doing twenty-five years inna prison He was a mechanic fixin' car engine Jamaica, Brooklyn, dope dealin' California, to Chicago lotsa gun runnin' More and more and more rude bwoy wan go a foreign, foreign! More and more and more rude bwoy wan go a foreign, foreign! Summon da malicia, some of dem a lick rock Some a dem a lick shot, dem a lick rock, da malicia Summon da malicia, some of dem a lick rock Some a dem a lick shot, dem a lick rock, da malicia Crocky Crocky Crocky Crocky Crocky Crocky Was a race horse jockey but he wasn't happy Miami, Kentucky, Tennessee Car crashed, them shoot shot, nuff nuff police Although I'm laughin' it's not funny In da toilet him try to flush da dope an' money Likkle Ricky likkle Ricky likkle Ricky Dangerous and deadly, very slippery Know about da brethren, dem call him Fenda Police surround him, didn't surrender Driving up da street in a Mercedes Benz Him man, him girlfriend an' two of him frien' All of a sudden, a car come 'round de bend-a Shoot up da car k** di all a dem More and more and more rude bwoy wan go a foreign, foreign! More and more and more rude bwoy wan go a foreign, foreign! Summon da malicia, some of dem a lick rock Some a dem a lick shot, dem a lick rock, da malicia Summon da malicia, some of dem a lick rock Some a dem a lick shot, dem a lick rock, da malicia Know a little boy and dem call him Big Bear Shootin' up da city, him was a nightmare Now de gonna send him to the 'lectric chair Him was a dreadlocks so they cut off him hair Have a nudda brethren and dey call him Abashad In a Brooklyn Pa-ark, down in a New York Neva neva neva trus' da shadow of fadda Him was a gunna' yet them shoot him in di car More and more and more rude bwoy wan go a foreign, foreign! More and more and more rude bwoy wan go a foreign, foreign!