The Cool and the Deadly Songtext

von Mike Pinto

Don't try to meddle with the true true Rastas
Don't even think about a coup d'état
Well, you can battle, but you know you gotta
Come on down with everything you've got
Quick on the drum no respect for the lord
And No regard for what is right or wrong
The type of thieves who leave a grown man restless
With dreams that wake you and make your nights too long
Let down your guard they'll be hell to pay
You're only asking for an early grave
The Cool and the Deadly x2
Try and be friendly with the, the cool and the deadly
They'll rob you blind, no they won't, leave you a penny
Because they, steal from the rich and give to the poor
You've been warned
They'll make you regret the day you were born
A whole lotta things ain't got what it takes to be
The Cool and the Deadlyx2
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
The Cool and the Deadly
(they came through town)
The Cool and the Deadly
(Whistling)
They've got, scars on their faces and they've got, stories to tell
They've been, all kinds of places and they've got, ganja for sale
You can go to the ghetto if you think you're slick
You can cry on your pillow when your pocket get's picked
You can go to the cops, but they'll think you're crazy
But you better not, cause they might just be
The Cool and the Deadlyx2
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
The Cool and the Deadly
(they came through town)
The Cool and the Deadlyx2