Dimelu - Badmon Louie Lyrics

Put them hands up, it's a stick up ya'know
Badmon Louie, 'nother question's your tongue (step in...)
Fresh new trainers with the tag still on
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Move him body like high fever him found
Badmon swear down, he no shaking no hand
Who run your city with no sweat on him brow?
I know, I know, I know, and now you know
Hear me say there's rules to this here, fools dare care
Everybody wants to rule the world with tears for fear
Standing on the altar, better hand in your ear
Do you hear? (I hear!)
Do you hear? (I hear!)
Born into a generation, burn your status quo
I'm the biggest, I'm the baddest. Mr big bad wolf
Many many man dem, wan come march my toes
Many wannabe Badmon, many funerals
(Are you a Badmon?)
Now you know
Many wannabe Badmon, many funerals
(Ba-ba-Badmon)
Now you know
Eine, mine, miney, mo, off your head goes
(Are you a Badmon?)
Now you know
Many wannabe Badmon, many funerals
(Ba-ba-Badmon)
Now you know
Eine, mine, miney, mo, anything goes
Put them hands up, it's a stick up ya'know
Badmon Louie, 'nother question's your tongue (step in...)
Fresh new trainers with the tag still on (mhm)
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Excuse me there stewardess, not really but I'm new to this
Harsh part of town, where the children age in eulogies
Something like a jungle, how the wildlings gripping on the trees
3-piece, 2-piece, greasy hot, mittens don't stain the piece
Now who governs this jungle? Where's the lion to the pride?
The man of many names, but just the one shivers your spine
L-O-U-I-E, a king to you? Sound like a tool to me
Take it from police, he got a booking in our prison suite
Now how he come about with all this fame and all this power?
Terrifying the neighborhoods and playing by his rules?
Yo Mrs. Dean, I think I got this all figured out!
-Prolly just another product of a dropout outta school
Now who knew, that this could, spiral outta control
When you eye balling the mirror, cool with who's staring back at you?
A priest or an animal?
A psycho having nothin' to lose?
Don't tell me that you never looked
Is it the devil staring back at you?
Yo yo yo yo
Ayo my man, ayo my man
Lemme get some change from you bro
Lemme get some change outta you man
How much you got in your pockets man?
Man, run them pockets
Man, whatchu talking 'bout bro?
Bro gimme all you got
Put it in my pockets
I want what's in your pockets, in my pockets bro
All of 'em, STAT! ASAP!
Ay my pockets open right now bro, where your hand at?
Where your hand at man?
Put sumn in it man!
Put sumn in it 'fore I punk you mane!
Man, I- This man does not know who the hell I am-
Bro, put sumn in my pocket right-
Oh you police, yo ma fault