L3ggy

Special Operations FOX-HOUND
:sing:Bad boys Whatcha want, watcha want
Whatcha gonna do When sheriff John Brown come for you
Tell me Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna dooo Yeaheah
Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When they come for you
Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When they come for you
When you were eight
And you had bad traits
You go to school
And learn the golden rule
So why are you Acting like a bloody fool If you get hot
You must get cool
You chuck it on that one
You chuck it on this one
You chuck it on your mother and
You chuck it on your father
You chuck it on your brother and
You chuck it on your sister
You chuck it on that one and
You chuck it on me
Nobody naw give you no break
Police naw give you no break
Not a soldier mona give you no break
Not even you idren naw give you no break
Hehe Why did you have to act so mean
Don't you know you're human being
Born of a mother with the love of a father
Reflections come and reflections go I know sometimes you want to let go
Hey hey hey I know sometimes you want to let go
Bad boys, bad boys
A whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When they come for you (You're too bad, you're too rude) (You're too bad, you're too rude)
Bad boys, bad boys
A whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do
When they come for you
You chuck it on that one
You chuck it on this one You chuck it on your mother and
You chuck it on your father
You chuck it on your brother and
You chuck it on your sister
You chuck it on that one and
You chuck it on me:sing:
 

L3ggy

Special Operations FOX-HOUND
I love Reggae ^^
 

L3ggy

Special Operations FOX-HOUND
:sing:I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi
I've seen the bridges of the world and they're for real;
I've had a red light of the wrist without me even gettin' kissed
It still seems so unreal.

I've seen the morning in the mountains of Alaska
I've seen the sunset in the east and in the west;
I've sang the glory that was Rome,
And passed the hound dog singer's home;
It still seems for the best.


And I'm far, far away
with my head up in the clouds
And I'm far, far away
with my feet down in the crowds
Lettin' loose around the world
But the call of home is loud still as loud

I've seen the Paris lights from high upon Montmartre
And felt the silence hanging low in no mans land;
And all those Spanish nights were fine,
It wasn't only from the wine;
It still seems all in hand.

I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi
The grand Bahama island stories carry on;
And all those arigato smiles
Stay in your memory for a while;
There still seems more to come.

And I'm far, far away
with my head up in the clouds
And I'm far, far away
with my feet down in the crowds
And I'm far, far away
But the sound of home is loud still as loud. :sing:
 

L3ggy

Special Operations FOX-HOUND
I won't sing anymore for you!
 
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