Lyrics

[Intro] Now here it come, special request to ET At the control stand Along with the man call Junjo Lawes Dis are the style yah, the style ya cruel Special request to the man call Nicodemus In a New York City (Hear mi now, star) [Pre-Verse] Bumma, hey he-hey, he-he-he-hey-hey, bumma Hey he-hey, he-he-he-hey-hey, bumma Hey he-hey, he-he-he-hey-hey, bumma Hey he-hey, he-he-he-hey-hey [Verse 1] Mi flash it in A, flash it in a B Flash it in a C, all kind of stylee I man are di sook who are go kill you with E What is to be, Rasta know it have fi be Jamaica is an island and not a country I hope every man, woman and child will agree Some say them take twenty dollar and wipe dem batty And never tell you next day dem dead fi hungry Some gone at Ochi fi model with whitie But mi and Welton have dem now fi New York City And when we left America, dem give we jewelry You think and I look pon Linval and Tristan P Just wait to rast 'til you sight Nico D Chain on him neck go down to him belly We no watch black and white, have color TV Jamaican say zed, American say zee Want mash up di island homosexuality Some bring it from Panama and Haiti You happy and you love it say murdee (Murdee) [Interlude] Crowd walk hard Junjo Lawes, hold, listen up cah dem criss Eighty-three style Tra-la-la, special request to the man call Steve Man call Melon as a overtaker Linval Thompson, Tristan, hold dis [Pre-Verse] Hey he-hey, he-he-he-hey-hey, bumma Hey he-hey, he-he-he-hey-hey, bumma Hey he-hey, he-he-he-hey-hey, hey Hey he-hey, he-he-he-hey-hey [Verse 2] We have the title, the title Papa Lee have the title, the title Daddy ism just a bubble, a bubble Mi say we nah seek no trouble, no trouble But mi say walk to theposse, the posse Mi say di whole of dem want see, dem want see Mi say we nah look nobody, nobody Because body deh yah cemetery, a cemetery But let mi tell you dis are murder, a murder Say, Johnny Ringo in a di area, di area Cah let mi tell you say mi bout yah, bout yah Under roots and culture, a culture If you happy say murder (Lord) [Interlude] Johnny Ringo up your style call wah With Nicodemus foreign style, seen? Walk hard Tra-la-la, la-la-la, hey-a, hey-a, hey-a Special request to the massive bad posse Criss end posse, solid gold posse [Verse 3] Stick it up, dis is highway robbery And Johnny Ringo in a all stylee A so I say mi wicked and wildee (Lord, mercy) Mi flash it in A, flash it in a B Flash it in a C, all kind of stylee What is to be, Rasta know it have fi be Jamaica is an island and not a country I hope every man, woman and child will agree Some say them take twenty dollar and wipe dem batty And never tell you next day dem dead fi hungry Some gone at Ochi fi model with whitie But mi and Welton have dem now fi New York City And when we left America, dem give we jewelry You think and I look pon Linval and Tristan P Just wait to rast 'til you sight Nico D Chain on him neck go down to him belly Him no watch black and white, have color TV Jamaican say zed, American say zee Want mash up di island homosexuality Some bring it from Panama and Haiti Cocaine mix with ganja will make you freaky Woman tiny brush will make you rack of veggie But what will make you send a gal down at Jubilee Six hot Guinness Stout and a stick of sensi Make you swell up her belly And then you send her down at Jubilee 'Cause when you happy and you love it say murdee