True Culture – Rude Boys Come To Play | Official Video

True Culture – Rude Boys Come To Play | Official Video


[Verse 1]
I’m a powerful phenomenon in my time In a rough rugged rude boy master of all crimes
Than man champion did it who man Who is the one that they ask for a-me man
Step into a party Cool calm collected
Roll with S and be very effective When we take the first step on the scene
Moving kinda smooth with a gangsta lean Not hesitating to roll the sinsemill
Say who say you say and-a we say a-we roll Culture massive is set to baffle
Rock up all and a-number one the champion, oh
Come a chance to control the mic stand Don’t stand too close give me room to move
real dan man The old culture flexes too straight up
Because, what, I choose what I a-talk Ignorant brothers, take a walk
Don’t step to me cause I just let off Done you up real nice
Then step off Moving in an orderly fashion, nothing to say
Make way when rude boys come to play [Verse 2]
So let me start by stating this fact that 4 out of 5 MC’s are wack
It’s time for a culture revelation And like pepsi I’m the choice of a new generation
Far from bugging, rough and rugged Like sandpaper kick in face like a surwhipped
jaeger Far behind the kids from the neighbourhood
bodega And roll somebody’s block like Manuel Noriega
Don’t bend down so I’m never caught licking it
Kicking it to a girl so I can start hitting it
Guessing it, missing it, never picking it If I’m on it give me the verb then I might
just shove a brick in it I flex plex and get rude
Pass an MC through my system much quicker than a plate of Chinese food
Rapping slapping chopping MCs out of the way I’ma snap you up then half it when rude boys
come to play [Verse 3]
I do not liggy liggy I do not yammy yammy
I do not dibby dibby I do not yamma fishy
But I rock and shock the parties all night long
And I’ma never stick my body where it doesn’t belong
I could blow away a rapper like a particle a sun
Want to be original al’dy come done bad man Never scared of no police in my villa
I am full of a rhythm, a scholar on the microphone stand
Yes, I’m on my own Culture torment, no sitting cute boys
Come down Dread, we know you is a rude boy [Verse 4]
Yes Papa E’s [?] A loyal friend and a true Jamaican
When we grab the mic and step on stage Original rude boys come to get paid
Any boy come fi come test the culture Back up me 12 gauge and a-murder
Hit the deck face down on the compound Don’t breathe too hard and don’t utter a sound
If you’re lying in a puddle then drown You should’ve known when you seen us on our
way To step back when rude boys come to play

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