今夜の曲〜informer〜

Sick an’ tired of five-oh runnin’ up on the block here.You know what I’m sayin’? Yo snow, they came around here lookin’ for you the other day.Word? word! bust it!ChorusInformer, you no say daddy me snow me I’ll go blame,A licky boom boom down.Detective mon said daddy me snow me stab someone down the lane,A licky boom boom down.Informer, you no say daddy me snow me I’ll go blame,A licky boom boom down.Detective mon said daddy me snow me stab someone down the lane,A licky boom boom down.Police them come an’ now they blow down me door,One him come crawl through, through my window,So then they put me in the back the car at the station,From that point on me reach my destination,When the destination reached, it was the east detention, where themWhipped down me pants, looked up me bottom, soChorusBigger they are they think they have more power,They’re on the phone me say that on (every) hour,Me for want to use it once an’ now me call me lover,Lover who I’ll be callin is the one tammy,An’ me love her in me heart down to my belly,Yes me daddy me snow me I feel cool an’ deadly,As the one mc shan an’ the one daddy snow,Together we-a love’em as a tor-na-do.ChorusListen for me, you better listen for me now.Listen for me, you better listen for me now.When me rockin’ the microphone me rock it steady,Yes sir, daddy me snow me are the article done.But in the in an’ the out of a dance them they say where you come from,People them say you come from jamaica,But me born an’ raised in the ghetto that’s the one I want you to know,Pure black people mon that’s all I mon know.Yeah me shoes are tear up an’ me toes used to show,Where me born in on the one toronto, soChorusCome with a nice young lady. intelligent,Yes she’s gentle an’ irie.Everywhere me go, me never left her at all.Yes, it’s daddy snow me are the roam dance mon.Roam between a dancin’ in a in a nation-a.You never know say daddy me snow me are the boom shakata.Me never lay-a down flat in that one cardboard box.Yes say me daddy me snow me I’ll go reachin’ at the top, so...ChorusWhy would he? Me sittin’ ’round cool with my dibbie dibbie girl,Police knock my door,Lick up my pal,Rough me up an’ I can’t do a thingPick up my line, when my telephone ring.Take me to the station,Black up my hands.Trail me down, ’cuz I’m hangin’ with the snowman,What I’m gonna do,I’m backed an’ I’m trapped,Slap me in the face an’ took all o’ my gap.They have no clues an’ they wanna get warmer,But shan won’t turn informer!Chorus