Eek-A-Mouse Rude Boys A Foreign Lyrics
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            [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 drugs, some a rob drugs, some a sell drugs 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 kill 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 c__e 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 kill 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!
        
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