[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 yah cruel
Special request to the man call Nicodemus
Ina New York City (Hear me 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]
Me flash it ina A, flash it ina B
Flash it ina 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 me and Welton have dem know 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 line 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
Me say we nah seek no trouble, no trouble
But me say walk to theposse, the posse
Me say di whole of dem want see, dem want see
Me 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 ina di area, di area
Cah let me tell you say me 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
[Pre-Verse]
Stick it up, dis is highway robbery
And Johnny Ringo ina all stylee
A so I say me wicked and wildee (Lord, mercy)
[Verse 3]
Me flash it ina A, flash it ina B
Flash it ina 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 me and Welton have dem nkow 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 line 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 reek 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