Lyrics

Oh, nuh bodda ask mi 'bout what I don't know (Don't know) Ask mi 'bout how di yutes flow (How di yutes flow) It's a reality show (Rockers in the jukebox) I don't know nothin' much about Beverly Hills I don't know about working for the system I don't know about life on Miami Beach But know a little 'bout the streets Just ask about Brooklyn And how the ganja move in the street And when your poor you can't sleep Ask mi 'bout Brooklyn Where everyday another bites the dust True so much gunshot a buss Just ask mi 'bout Jamaica Where life is gettin' harder And if you ever come on yah Ask mi 'bout Jamaica Whether policeman and soldier Nuh stop charge man fi murda so Nuh bodda ask mi 'bout things that I don't know Ask mi 'bout reality and I will show Show you just how di ghetto yutes flow This is real life livin' a nuh puppet show We don't know about owning yachts and fancy cars But where we come from those who show off becomes victims 'Cause in the ghetto everyone is a superstar And everyone is packin' heat Just ask about Brooklyn And how the ganja move in the street And when your poor you can't sleep Ask mi 'bout Brooklyn Where everyday another bites the dust True so much gunshot a buss Just ask mi 'bout Jamaica Where life is gettin' harder And if you ever come on yah Ask mi 'bout Jamaica Whether policeman and soldier Nuh stop charge man fi murda 'Cause it's hard, yeah (This life) It's not a pretty life When yuh live in this a ghetto life, yeah Upon di eastside Ah, ah, 'cause a this a life, yeah It's not a pretty life When yuh live in this a ghetto life, yeah Ova on di westside-ide-ide Just ask about Brooklyn And how the ganja move in the street And when your poor you can't sleep Ask mi 'bout Brooklyn Where everyday another bites the dust True so much gunshot a buss Just ask mi 'bout Jamaica Where life is gettin' harder And if you ever come on yah Ask mi 'bout Jamaica Whether policeman and soldier Nuh stop charge man fi murda