Текст песни Negoro

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Tropical night on tha Congos shore Jungles re sleepin putten forward thorns
Wild africa smells of venture tang Noiseless sneak Negoros gang
Take care and out yo ass, man Theyre dealers of da livin wares
Poor blacks are target in da fuckin hunt But natives have da protector — Dick Sand
Oh this guy! Hes brave n yaang Hes supaman boy when hes not too full drunk
Hes 15, but hes keany gun By da way, Mrs. Waldon — she nows his tongue
They sail atlantic witha captain Gull This MF bastardo Negoro
Negoros alive again
Its not S.america mista Sand This terrible country, slaveholdin land
AFRICA — yo contrast style Can demolish yaang 15-age mind
Yaang cptn. Sand, its not N.Y. Yo friends, free blax, heres smelly joke
Its not motha brooklyn, not fuckin bronx anotha rules, anotha blocks
Detachment moves to da centre of land Yankees are bozo, yankees are rampin
With da "Insectkilla" cousin Benedict Theyre drinkin rum eight days a week
Negoro spies on band from tricket He wanna fun too, hes wicked
Negoros bad, he wants Mrs. Waldon In jungle babydolls are so rare
Now, hows Dick? Hes hero again Witha Greatest Mgamga he calls da rain
He treats da bushmen n sings them songs N tells em storys bout wars in bronx
Warriors, cmout to plaaaaaay
Negoro attacks Dicks little band They fight like lions, havent dread
But they are scanty, they loose Negoro take cptn. in fuckin noose
Proud Sand is wild, Negoro has him teased He stuck da nife into da portuguese beast
Negoros dead, his heart is not knock Check it out, u brotha, really cool shock

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