Gunfinga Lyrics

Gunfinga lyrics

Our aim: world domination







	No fear, hands in-a di air



	Bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care



	Bust hot lickshots in-a di atmosphere



	There's a party to rock, that's why the Rascalz are here(2x)







	Lick shots and bust yo caps



	Put it up, where your gunfinga's at?(2x)







[ VERSE 1: Red 1 ]



Aiyo, gunfinga the tool, against the great, no rule



Plow! Shots are bust and we notorious



Thus thrust, Red'll defend the rugged and raw



(Cause we-a rudeboy) So hit em with the hardcore stuff



Cause my glock's not enough, sometimes a man fi get cuffed



Handled ruff, we're minded too dangerous



Ain't no messin with nobody less they puff with us



Cause we keep to ourselves and the pounds we puff



So let it burn, rockin the chalice, take turns



Red 1 not concerned, I got em a-fi learn



Bout respect due, yo respect a-fi earn



Big up to Rascal Crew, foundation stands firm



Fear none, think that we done, we just-a come



Gunfinga cocked in-a di air, make it bum



Bo! That's for my ghetto people



Cause the world's unfair, never was equal



Lick a bo! That's for Babylon pon patrol



Cause Van City cats got tons of hydro



And there's one more that we gotta let go



And that's the one that we lick off in-a di po-po



I test the empire, then we royal gumbo



Many guns for hire when your regime crumble



Then raise my gunfinga in the air, born again



Wave it like a flag, world domination pon dem







	No fear, hands in-a di air



	Bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care



	Bust hot lickshots in-a di atmosphere



	There's a party to rock, that's why the Rascalz are here(2x)







[ VERSE 2: Kardinal Offishall ]



Let me see your gunfinga, but hold your gun down, please



Yo, don't bust no shots, so me and my niggas could rock



Dem call me Mr. Kardinal (Dem call me Mr. Red 1)



Come follow me, holler me out if you know what I'm talkin about



My niggas walkin about, big up the ghetto gutter guns



Street presidents, slum residents



And all my niggas on they two feet with street sense



And more than two cents in-a dem pocket



I rock a verse for keeps, run my lyrics in-a di mix



I bet he love it, respect, big up your chest



Kardinal and Rascalz gwan make you feel hi-i-igh



Killin you softly with no lye



While your toe taps I'm breakin your back over my hi-hat



Kick drum is makin you numb, snare snap is strapped



To bust back for every red-eyed nigga on the attack



So when I'm comin through, you cannot stop me on the go



For every nigga that clack-clacks, the Figure IV gotta be gold



Like that







	Lick shots, bust yo caps



	Put it up, where your gunfinga's at?(2x)







[ VERSE 3: Red One ]



Aiyo, the big gun spark, light up the dark (Yes, mire)



360 degrees, the place on fire



Feel the heat, yo, either surrender or retreat



Cause Kemo don't give a fuck, he put some fire in the beat



Gave me the trigger to watch me blow them off they feet



(Plow! Bust your gunfinga, cause respect compete)



The all Massive Van Crew, soldier men, too



You rudeboys in-a di dance, dedicated to you



And all the young guns up, they past they curfew



(Big up di sexy gal crew, cause dem bust shots too)



Sketels and workings just to make a debut



Keep di clip in-a di g-string, ready to move



So what you do is put your hand in-a di air



And you bust your gunfinga, wave it like ya don't care



I swear, one love to my people out there



You we salute, lickin off shots in the air