ALIEN (Remix) [feat. Popcaan & Kano]

Unruly (what you saying?)
Yeah, lavida
Alright I hear that
Chain, Popcaan
We sayin' the remix, Alien
Listen

When we step on your ends, better run all that
Mad blap blap on the ten, man a bun all that
Man's back at it again, watch 'em run out back
Man nuh have time fi pretend, better turn up that
Ah, me dat, fire dat
Told them we buss it on man, likkle liar dat
Man said he dash weh the ting, told him buy it back
Shot in that fat pussyhole, man'll diet that

Where my weed at?
I be back, where my keys at?
We don't need that, him, ah, idiot
If I'm hungry, we might eat that
If not, when the shotty release, it will deafen ya
Love the shotty, believe, call it Jessica
Man do not fuck with police, you're a messenger
Bitch, suck that cock on your knees 'cause that's the sket in ya

Unruly, ah, me dat (me dat)
And mi scold hotter than mi burning teapot
We know say evil, I pree that
When mi mek boy run, mi angle if I live flat
When they see me and talk, freeze, stop
Nuh feel say a fresh nipple when mi squeeze that
When we turn we turn up (Popcaan!) Nonstop
Then mek boy move it up I don't stop
And mi nuh give a fuck

Anything weh happen, happen
When the nikeys a step mi waan the money rattle
Mi seh mi fi rich until mi money rotten
Touching grand and touching, ah, Big Apple

Attack dem like a alien
I pree the pagans through mi clear Ray-Ban
I hustle from the day mi born
And mi a hustle 'til the day mi gone
Attack dem like a alien
I pree the pagans through mi clear Ray-Ban
I hustle from the day mi born
And mi a hustle 'til the day mi gone

It's KA, vroom, ah, me dat
6.3, that's about five Fiats
Some type of niggas in jail trying to get the D-cat
Soon land, Hellshire Beach, fried snapper, sea bass, believe that
P stack, dem, ah, pree that, rate those Brits
Did real songs with Kartel, no made-up shit
Put Matthews Lane on MTV, I made those vids
And there weren't no path to follow, we laid those bricks

Hennessy bokkle and white rum, but nice from
When the building was a sidelong
But I watched Tiger stage shows from a child, don
Far as I'm concerned, my ragga stripes cyan't wipe off, mad
K-Kano in the house
Couple gangsters, couple ladies in the house
Couple babies, couple haters, couple pagans in the house
So how comes everybody loves me like I'm Raymond in the house?

Hustle for the mally, hustle for the pound
Yo, milli we fi link up
Instant line up the gyal dem in the bricks truck
Wine up pon it, ticktock
Smile up for the Insta
Popcaan and KA
That's JA meets England, selloff

Attack dem like a alien
I pree the pagans through mi clear Ray-Ban (grrh-grrh)
I hustle from the day mi born
And mi a hustle 'til the day mi gone
Attack dem like a alien
I pree the pagans through mi clear Ray-Ban
I hustle from the day mi born
And mi a hustle 'til the day mi gone

Alright that's a remix, yeah
Featuring Popcaan