Da-da-da-da
Da-da
Yow Kellz
Link with the killy them
Saint Kitts to Trinidad
Big up the whole a them
‘Cause wọn kéré nínú ayé
Anything I do
Headline news even wetin I no do
Them go say, “I do”
Nothing but the truth when I step up in the booth
No lie, my life no be small thing
Remember last Christmas
Santa Claus give me the glizzy with the switch, dawg
So some people no go see this Christmas
Man them a crosses, most of them not even Christians
Click-bang, body sinking like the quicksand
Ztekk full of bomb like Afghanistan
And everywhere me carry it ’cause me know the enemy them a pree
And me know them nah sorry for me
People a bawl and a scream ’cause we bad and we mean
Bloody crime scene, calamity
A so we shoot out brain fi go Canada, G
Make your marrow experience no gravity
Tell a pussy we no laugh up
We no take talk
Violate, people a dead dawg
Should a keep in your bed ’cause the Talibans them a make walk
We no laugh up
We no take talk
Badness a weh we endorse
We no shoot people fi end up in a Red Cross
Yow, Talibans, like
Say you bad, from which part?
Wul a mad dawg, dem pissed off
Everything get dark when di switch on
Blue stone, Chinese telephone, witchcraft
Half a cup, a milli stuck inna Ziploc
Rich talk, dis a big talk
Kingston, Portmore, full a replay
I send my backin’ on it like I’m in Miami
Can’t confide in my dawg that was rolling with me
Heart full of hate that I can’t seem to, baby
Hope you got some headphones up in Heaven
Listenin’ to every single session
290 switch, bare cockroach me step on
Woah, pussy, we no play that
Every gyal get fucked and I throw it back
Cocky down innna your belly, gyal, hol’ at
Yeah, yeah
And everywhere me carry it ’cause me know the enemy them a pree
And me know them nah sorry for me
People a bawl and a scream ’cause we bad and we mean
Bloody crime scene, calamity
A so we shoot out brain fi go Canada, G
Make your marrow experience no gravity (Oh no)
Tell a pussy we no laugh up
We no take talk
Violate, people a dead dawg
Should a keep in your bed ’cause the Talibans them a make walk
We no laugh up
We no take talk
Badness a weh we endorse
We no shoot people fi end up in a Red Cross
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da
Yow Kellz
Tell a boy we no laugh up
We no take talk
Violate, people a dead dawg
Mm, me wan’ know a weh your head gone
You should a keep in your bed ’cause
We no laugh up
We no take talk
Yow dawg, we a make war, yow
Tell a boy we no laugh up
Anything a weh you get dawg
Street Realities and Loyalty: Exploring “Talibans III”
“Talibans III” by Chris Brown delivers a raw and unfiltered look into the intense realities of street life, blending Caribbean and urban influences. The lyrics speak to themes of loyalty, survival, and the ever-present threat of violence. Brown’s verses portray a world where trust is scarce and every move can make headlines, highlighting the paradoxes and pressures of living under constant scrutiny. The mention of places like Saint Kitts, Trinidad, Kingston, and Portmore grounds the song in a global urban context, while the recurring warning against betrayal and disrespect underscores the code by which these communities operate.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown
- Release Year: 2024