Gunfinga Songtext

Our aim: world domination No fear, hands in-a di air Bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care Bust hot lickshots in-a di atmosphere There's a party to rock, that's why the Rascalz are here(2x) Lick shots and bust yo caps Put it up, where your gunfinga's at?(2x)[ VERSE 1: Red 1 ]Aiyo, gunfinga the tool, against the great, no rulePlow! Shots are bust and we notoriousThus thrust, Red'll defend the rugged and raw(Cause we-a rudeboy) So hit em with the hardcore stuffCause my glock's not enough, sometimes a man fi get cuffedHandled ruff, we're minded too dangerousAin't no messin with nobody less they puff with usCause we keep to ourselves and the pounds we puffSo let it burn, rockin the chalice, take turnsRed 1 not concerned, I got em a-fi learnBout respect due, yo respect a-fi earnBig up to Rascal Crew, foundation stands firmFear none, think that we done, we just-a comeGunfinga cocked in-a di air, make it bumBo! That's for my ghetto peopleCause the world's unfair, never was equalLick a bo! That's for Babylon pon patrolCause Van City cats got tons of hydroAnd there's one more that we gotta let goAnd that's the one that we lick off in-a di po-poI test the empire, then we royal gumboMany guns for hire when your regime crumbleThen raise my gunfinga in the air, born againWave it like a flag, world domination pon dem No fear, hands in-a di air Bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care Bust hot lickshots in-a di atmosphere There's a party to rock, that's why the Rascalz are here(2x)[ VERSE 2: Kardinal Offishall ]Let me see your gunfinga, but hold your gun down, pleaseYo, don't bust no shots, so me and my niggas could rockDem call me Mr. Kardinal (Dem call me Mr. Red 1)Come follow me, holler me out if you know what I'm talkin aboutMy niggas walkin about, big up the ghetto gutter gunsStreet presidents, slum residentsAnd all my niggas on they two feet with street senseAnd more than two cents in-a dem pocketI rock a verse for keeps, run my lyrics in-a di mixI bet he love it, respect, big up your chestKardinal and Rascalz gwan make you feel hi-i-ighKillin you softly with no lyeWhile your toe taps I'm breakin your back over my hi-hatKick drum is makin you numb, snare snap is strappedTo bust back for every red-eyed nigga on the attackSo when I'm comin through, you cannot stop me on the goFor every nigga that clack-clacks, the Figure IV gotta be goldLike that Lick shots, bust yo caps Put it up, where your gunfinga's at?(2x)[ VERSE 3: Red One ]Aiyo, the big gun spark, light up the dark (Yes, mire)360 degrees, the place on fireFeel the heat, yo, either surrender or retreatCause Kemo don't give a fuck, he put some fire in the beatGave me the trigger to watch me blow them off they feet(Plow! Bust your gunfinga, cause respect compete)The all Massive Van Crew, soldier men, tooYou rudeboys in-a di dance, dedicated to youAnd all the young guns up, they past they curfew(Big up di sexy gal crew, cause dem bust shots too)Sketels and workings just to make a debutKeep di clip in-a di g-string, ready to moveSo what you do is put your hand in-a di airAnd you bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't careI swear, one love to my people out thereYou we salute, lickin off shots in the air