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June 08, 2009

Chino-Never Ever Change (from mawning)

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[Chorus:]
From mawning we a hustle and put we all in
When we work we nuh pree no stallin
From mawning yeah
A so we stay we never ever change (never ever change)
We never ever change (never ever change) noohoohoo



[Verse 1:]
No we never switch
No we never miss
No we never hitch none tall
Cause we haffi rich
So Steven go mix dis beat over dis vocal
We nuh take not a talk from nuh snake inna grass
Try stop we paper we take it to heart
Hate an a talk dem fake from de start
But we still a head straight to the top



[Chorus:]
From mawning we a hustle an put we all in
When we work we nuh pree no stallin
From mawning yeah
A so we stay we never ever change (never ever change)
We never ever change (never ever change) noohoohoo



[Verse 2:]
A soh we say we nuh change none at all
Fi get it we never do notin strange none at all
Bag a gyal a road a fi we name dem a call
But dat nuh mek we stray none at all
No, we move on build some new song
Stick to di right nuh try fi do wrong
Haffi set di ting for when we get we new born
Badmind we prove wrong



[Chorus:]
From mawning we a hustle an put we all in
When we work we nuh pree no stallin
From mawning yeah
A so we stay we never ever change (never ever change)
We never ever change (never ever change) noohoohoo



[Verse 3:]
Yeah
Mi never change fi nobody
And mi nah go change fi no money
Mi nuh play no games
Cah mi only put mi trust
Inna de one weh above mi
Mi never change fi nobody
And mi nah go change fi no money
Mi nuh play no games
Cah mi only put mi trust inna
Yeah



[Chorus:]
From mawning we a hustle an put we all in
When we work we nuh pree no stallin
From mawning yeah
A so we stay we never ever change (never ever change)
We never ever change (never ever change) noohoohoo



[Outro:]
Never never, never never change [x8]



Yeah, a so we stay we never ever change (never ever change)
We never ever change (never ever change) noohoohoo

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March 11, 2009

Caltariba system - Etana


Caltariba system - Etana

Verse One
There is a little place in Africa
Where all the children died of aids
And there is a little place called Jamaica
Children loose their lives in first grade
And there is a little place in Asia
Children loose their lives to bombs and grenade
And there is a little place called America
Children are growing up being afraid
Caught up in the system

Chorus (x2)
Don't wanna be caught up
Don’t wanna be caught up in deh oh oh in deh
Don’t wanna be caught up don't wanna be caught up
In deh oh oh in deh.

Verse Two
Were are living in a crazy lazy word
Most people fight for power not peace
And we are living in a crazy lazy world
Only Jah can save us from the belly of the beast
Caught up in the system
Don’t wanna be a victim

Chorus (x2)
Don't wanna be caught up
Don’t wanna be caught up in deh oh oh in deh
Don’t wanna be caught up don't wanna be caught up
In deh oh oh in deh.

Verse Three
Say there is no more chains
Round their feet or round their necks
But the trick is it’s all in the brain
Fighting everyday that's the price you have to pay
For the birth right that you gave away. Gave away.

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January 15, 2009

Vybz Kartel - Dem A No Gangster

Machizz lane seh don corleone
di tugz from tivoli garden seh
mi a di realist me a di realist
wah do sum likkle boy


CHORUS
dem a nuh gangsta dem neva kill nuhbody
kill nuhbody dem a lick head wid squady
dem a nuh murderer dem neva kuff nuhbody
none a dem P**y deh nuh bad like addi
dem a nuh gangsta dem neva kill nuhbody
kill nuhbody dem a lick head wid squady
dem a nuh murderer dem neva kuff nuhbody (none a dem)


VERSE 1
hey boy haffi approach mi wid caution wen dem see di gun inna mi ra** hand
dem kno *lo** will run like boys champs 400 metre inna class 1
we doh fist fight inna station we shoot boy in front di sargeant
wen big mama in rotation boy get dash weh like abortion
pass mi gun dem cross and load dem fast and kill down to di very last 1
bad wen dem a big man but inna skool days dem a victim of mi extortion
P**y doh screw up u face and gwan like u a badman wen u a walk pass don
man will kuff u kuff u gyal tun u yute inna orphan


CHORUS
dem a nuh gangsta dem neva kill nuhbody
kill nuhbody dem a lick head wid squady
dem a nuh murderer dem neva kuff nuhbody
none a dem P**y deh nuh bad like addi
dem a nuh gangsta dem neva kill nuhbody
kill nuhbody dem a lick head wid squady
dem a nuh murderer dem neva kuff nuhbody (none a dem)


VERSE 2
hey don corleone nuh hacklings fi murder dem dem deven kno di root dem a P**y to di stem
we nah touch di road a 3:00am a middle day we pree boy fi cirlce dem (yeah)
surprise a di greatest element roll up wid bout 50 man inna u resident
mi and di knockist dem nuh leff nuh evidence we ketch it a fire like evening type tenement


CHORUS
dem a nuh gangsta dem neva kill nuhbody
kill nuhbody dem a lick head wid squady
dem a nuh murderer dem neva kuff nuhbody
none a dem P**y deh nuh bad like addi
dem a nuh gangsta dem neva kill nuhbody
kill nuhbody dem a lick head wid squady
dem a nuh murderer dem neva kuff nuhbody (none a dem)


VERSE 1 (Repeat)
hey boy haffi approach mi wid caution wen dem see di gun inna mi ra** hand
dem kno *lo** will run like boys champs 400 metre inna class 1
we doh fist fight inna station we shoot boy in front di sargeant
wen big mama in rotation boy get dash weh like abortion
pass mi gun dem cross and load dem fast and kill down to di very last 1
bad wen dem a big man but inna skool days dem a victim of mi extortion
P**y doh screw up u face and gwan like u a badman wen u a walk pass don
man will kuff u kuff u gyal tun u yute inna orphan


CHORUS
dem a nuh gangsta dem neva kill nuhbody
kill nuhbody dem a lick head wid squady
dem a nuh murderer dem neva kuff nuhbody
none a dem P**y deh nuh bad like addi
dem a nuh gangsta dem neva kill nuhbody
kill nuhbody dem a lick head wid squady
dem a nuh murderer dem neva kuff nuhbody (none a dem)

.

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January 08, 2009

Jah Vinci - Money


MONEY [FIGHT FI WAR RIDDIM] - JAH VINCI

jahvinci.jpg[Intro]
Whooaaayeaaaa, Mooneyyyy
Gaza mi sey
A Jah Vinci
Ahhhh uhhhhh
Yeaa eyyyyyy
NOTNICE

[Chorus]
Dis year mi waa fi rich, yeh mi waa fi mek some money
Tired a di heartache, tired a di worries
Sleepless night wen mi affi bare hungry
Doe seh mi greedy, thugs need money
Rich, yeh mi waa fi mek some money
Tired a di heartache, tired a di worries
Sleepless night wen mi affi bare hungry
Yes its lovely, wen u hav money

[Verse 1]
Mi waa fi rich rich rich an always can find it
Mi waan fi look pon mi house, can believe a mine it
Wit pearly white tub an ceramic tile it
Cah mi cya see mi dream an avoid it
But its like a drought wen mi open mi fridge
Dyin fi cross suffering bridge
Big Sunday evening wen u a nyam rice an peas
Me affi sekkle fi some oats porridge
Poppa did tell me say betta soon come
Same time mi run mi seh di house too ram
Now mi fine mi self pon mi own
All alone, a bleach wid a chrome
Same time mi link up addy
Him seh doe kill, an doe rob nobody
Now my life is happy
Cause all i want to be..

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Try fi look a work, dem seh theres no vacany
But mi kno seh a weh mi come d fu*ka dem a pree
Nah go bow nah go beg nah go kill nobody
Pray dat jah jah hear my plee
Cah mi waa mi mada hav a big house pon d hill
Nah fi go nuh work becauz a chill she a chill
An if she get thirsty she pop a cork an mek it spill
Nah fi worry cause a me a pay d bill
Cause heights of great men , reach an kept
Were not attained by sudden flight
Meanwhile their companion slept
They were upward toilin thru da night

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Mek some money, Mek some money
Mek some money, waa fi Mek some money
Uhhhyeaaaaa, ahhhhhh
Empire, empire
Big up the emporer
Mek some money, Mek some money
Mek some money, Mek some money

Chorus]

.

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November 13, 2008

Busy Signal - Trading Places

Rixxter_Signal.jpg
Intro
Switch it, just use your imagination. heh
Ghetto living uptown, uptown living in the garrison,(Talking)
Eeh! It wouldn’t be easy, could never be easy, not at all, aaaah.

Yeah! A nuh disrespect, is jus people living other peoples footsteps, it’s more like a reality check.. yuh nah mean. hah

[Chorus]
Imagine uptown people a live inna the ghetto fi a week, Week
Down town move gone inna the uptown town area things nice proper English dem a speak.
Uptown people could a neva stand it when the pipe dem a leak, Leak
First of all dem nuh know how fi bridge light, nuh wah use the igloo with the ice them use to fridge life.

[Verse 1]
Picture Portia a live a Spain, picture Bruce Golding live a hundred lane,
Picture me, way richer dan Mattalon, while him live a Kentire pon piece a capture land,
Picture Michael Lee-Chin hold off the gully side him and the thugs dem a bleach so yuh cah go beside,
Picture, Bush Stewart a wipe car glass and a ask fi the change weh yuh got, Nooo, nooo.
It wouldn’t be easy trading places with the ghetto,
It wouldnt be easy fi hear rich people voice a echo
It wouldn’t be easy, it wouldnt be nice to see us rise give dem a surprise and mek dem knoe we also can live these life.

TRADING PLACES (NYLON RiDDiM) - BUSY SIGNAL

[Chorus X1]

[Verse 2]
What if Sizzla was commissioner, Police couldnt arrest we fi a spliff
If alliance was National Security nuh body could never violate nor slip,
Suppose uptown people affi nyam chicken back and tun cornmeal go see dem wid finger a lick, now,
Imagine if ghetto youth a go a di ATM fi go draw cash uptown youths a pocket dem a pick, nooo, ayee
Me say we cah separate we self, uptown down town come mek we elevate we self,
Street knowledge it mek me educate miself fi be wiser, eh ,
Me say we cah separate we self, uptown down town come mek we elevate we self,
Street knowledge mek me educate miself fi be wiser. Picture Dat
It wouldn’t be easy uptown trading places with the ghetto,
It wouldnt be easy to hear rich people voice a echo it wouldn’t be easy
It wouldnt be nice to see us rise give dem a surprise and mek dem knoe we can also live these life.


[Chorus X1].

Picture dat, it wouldn’t be easy, wouldn’t be nice, no,
Could never be easy, trading places couldn’t be nice, no, eehh,Busy!
Couldn’t be nice, believe me nuh , wouldn’t be nice, people.
Imagine uptown people living in the ghetto fi a week, A Week,
Down town move gone inna the uptown town area things nice proper english dem a speak.
(Talking)
Its so real, make me just talk da part ya (laughing).
Listen mi keenly; picture PJ at the studio a look a buss’ as a dj (laugh),
Picture Pickersgill at the bus stop a bawl seh the sun hot
Dem eva guh tru dat? (laugh) hear mi nuh! Unite, live
BUSY!

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April 11, 2008

Lyrics: "On The Rock" - Mavado

Mavado_lyrics.jpgLYRICS: MAVADO - ON THE ROCK
RIDDIM: THE MISSION
PRODUCED BY: BABY G


Intro

Selassie I
Baby G, Yea....
Oh lord, oh lord....
My name is so excellent....
Selassie I.....

Jehovah guide me be my guidance, greater salvation for you....
Jehovah guide me be my guidance, no they could neva stop me....
Im on the rock, Im on the rock....
Higher than I and I, Higher than I and I....
Jehovah guide me, Im on the rock, Im on the Rock....
Go tell my enemies, I'm on the Rock....
Selassie guide me, and a me dem can't stop....
I will neva look back....


Verse 1

Look how much ting they try, Look how much ting they try....
And everyting fail, and everyting fail....
True mi born pon di gully nuff a try fi tek mi life, or want mi go a jail, dem want mi go a jail....
Wid helicopter inna di air, helicopter inna di air....
Bright light a shine a ground, Bright light a shine a ground....
Dem say nobody nobody run from di river to the bank lock dung....
Dem nuh know which part mi tun....

Chorus

Cause I was on the rock, on the rock....
Higher than I and I, Higher than I and I....
Jehovah guide me, Im on the rock....
Go tell my enemies, I'm on the Rock....
Selassie guide me, and mi neva look back....
Cause a me dem cant stop....


Verse Two

Music a gal over gun, tell dem nuh stop di fun......
Cause if dem stop di fun, dem muss prepare fi stop di gun....
Di youths dem blood a run, dung deh inna di sun....
Dem mek a bag a promise and nah fulfill none....
Mama cry out, you think dem response fi how much innocent youth die out.....
Look how much sell dem sell and no weh dem nah buy out....
If revolution should a start dem rich enough can fly out....
Selassie I....


Chorus

Jehovah guide me be my guidance, greater salvation for me....
Jehovah guide me be my guidance, no they could neva stop me....
Im on the rock, Im on the rock....
Higher than I and I, Higher than I and I....
Jehovah guide me, Im on the rock, Im on the Rock....
Tell my enemies, mi nuh gone no weh....
Tell dem fi change dem ways, Selassie I....
Yea....

Outro

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March 14, 2008

Lyrics: Wayne Marshall - "Me By Myself"

Chiney K Riddim - Stephen McGregor
Big Ship Studio's
Photo By: Milton Raynor

marshall_mebymyself.jpg
Chorus

That's what I see...
Dem only bad inna company....
But a me by myself...
Me by myself....
Tell dem fi come...
Know sey mi deh yah an mi nah go run.....
All when a me by myself....
Me by myself....


Verse One

Mi say mi bad to the maximum....
Mi nuh need not a friend fi come buss mi ***
Anytime dem ready tell dem fi come....
All when a me one still nah go run....
How mi see it dem bwoy deh a mouth a massy.....
Only bad when dem trod inna clique or posse......
Terrible and mi mad wicked and wassy.....
Hand straight like chassis and mi nah miss fassy..... (yow)

Chorus

That's what I see...
Dem only bad inna company....
But a me by myself...
Me by myself....
Tell dem fi come...
Know sey mi deh yah an mi nah go run.....
All when a me by myself....
Me by myself....

Verse Two

Me One numero uno....
I have a bull dog name Bruno fi gi unnu....
All when di bwoy dem big like a sumo....
Wrestler the winchester blow dem vest sa....
Yes sa di tek sa ready fi address a
incesta much less child molesta.....
Mi *** hail him tell him come a westa....
Mi rifle a sing like destra yes sa.....


Chorus (x2)

That's what I see...
Dem only bad inna company....
But a me by myself...
Me by myself....
Tell dem fi come...
Know sey mi deh yah an mi nah go run.....
All when a me by myself....
Me by myself....

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December 20, 2007

Lyrics: "Pon Di Edge" - Busy Signal

busy.jpgINTRO:
Aint gonna leave you girl so just wine for me girl, wine for me girl, wine for me, wine x4

My girl just wine pon di edge, pon di edge, pon di edge WINE
Pon di edge, pon di edge, pon di edge GAL wine pon di edge, pon di edge, pon di edge gal. QUINT IT, QUINT IT, QUINT IT, gal

OH x18
You too bad gal you too bad

Verse 1:
Gal you somin tight yes mi love how you hook it baby
You grip mi right, use di muscle hold it baby
Mi call you last night have to call you back tonight
Dont you somein right yes yu somein tight
Mi seh Gal yu have di grip and di glue OH
Nuh bag a man naw pass through OH
Naw give it to the fish and di crew OH Testing one three nu test two
My girl just hold me with the muscle MUSCLE
Climb on slide on pon di grizzle OH
Worse when di rain start drizzle
Mek mi go dig out the somein with the - - - - chisel

You keep it clean gal like how yu keep it coming at me
You make mi talk in a mi sleep You mek mi talk in a mi sleep
You keep it clean gal like how yu keep it wining on me You make mi talk in a mi sleep, my girl yu mek mi even ask fi di somein inna me sleep

CHO:
you somin tight OH x8
You grip mi right OHx8
gal QUINT IT, QUINT IT, QUINT IT, gal QUINT IT, QUINT IT, QUINT IT,

Pon di edge, pon di edge, pon di edge gal
Pon di edge, pon di edge, pon di edge

Verse 2:
Mi gal a you di man dem want di whole a dem a haunt you
A your name dem a call from dem get you once dem a stalk you
Mi hook di nookie weh nu bag a man nuh run through
You have di grip and it nuh done thru
You have di shape di looks UH UH Look good inna pencil foot UH UH Every man dem want a jook UH UH
Wouldnt mind if you open like a book UHUH
Gal tell dem look but nuh touch dem cannot even feel it
A nuff a wish you was a barrel fi dem wheel wid
OH x18 you too bad girl you too bad
A nuh dat gal ,wine pon di edge, pon di edge, pon di edge WINE
Pon di edge, pon di edge, pon pon pon di edge

Gal you somin tight yes mi love how you hook it baby
You grip mi right, use di muscle hold it baby
Mi call you last night have to call you back tonight
Dont you somein right yes yu somein tight
Mi seh Gal yu have di grip and di glue OH
Nuh bag a man naw pass through OH Naw give it to the fish and di crew OH Testing one three nu test two
My girl just hold me with the muscle MUSCLE
Climb on slide on pon di grizzle
Worse when di rain start drizzle
Mek mi go dig out the somein with the,with the,with the chisel

You keep it clean gal like how yu keep it coming at me
You make mi talk in a mi sleep You mek mi talk in a mi sleep
You keep it clean gal like how yu keep it wining on me You make mi talk in a mi sleep, my girl yu mek mi even ask fi di somein inna me sleep

you somin tight OH x8
You ukku right OHx8

Gal QUINT IT, QUINT IT, QUINT IT, gal QUINT IT, QUINT IT, QUINT IT,

Pon di edge, pon di edge, pon di edge gal
Pon di edge, pon di edge, pon di edge

Mi gal a you di man dem want

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November 28, 2007

Lyrics: "Me Love" - Sean Kingston

sean_kingston.jpg

[Chorus]
Uh uh uh uh oh ooh
why'd you have to go-oh
away from home
me love.

Uh uh uh uh oh ooh
why'd you have to go-oh
away from home
me love.

[Verse 1]
See the first time me look inna your eyes
me did tell you, you want a guy like me -guy like me
we use to ave gud times on da evening
me and you chilling on da beach -on the beach

We use to kiss and caress an trust me
girl it feels so sweet -feels so sweet
den one day you move
now im feelin kinda blue
cause me hear say you leave -you leave

I feel like im drownin in da ocean
somebody come and take me away

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Now im sittin in a chair wit no one here
and im feelin all alone -all alone
thinkin to myself like
damn why my baby up and gone -up and gone
its like im missin her and i know she's missin me- missin me
its been two years an a half in july will make it three. -make it three

I feel like im drownin in da ocean
somebody come and take me away

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Why you leave me, wuh why you leave me
baby tell me, beh baby tell me
why you leave me, wuh why you leave me
why you leave me

Why you leave me, wuh why you leave me
baby tell me, beh baby tell me
why you leave me, wuh why you leave me
why you leave me

I feel like im drownin in da ocean
somebody come and take me away

[Chorus]x2

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November 27, 2007

Lyrics: "Hate That I Love You" - Rihanna feat. Ne-Yo

rihanna_neyo.jpg1st verse
And I can't stand you
Must everything you do make me wanna smile
Can I not like you for a while - no
But you won't let me
You upset me girl and then you kiss my lips
All of a sudden I forget that I was upset
I can't remember what you did

Pre
Girl I hate it - you know exactly what to do
Still I can't stay mad at you for too long - that's wrong
Girl I hate it - you know exactly how to touch
So I don't fuss and fight no more
Said I despise that I adore you

Chorus
And I hate how much I love you girl
I can't stand how much I need you
And I hate how much I love you girl
But I just cant let you go
Girl I hate that I love you so

2nd verse
And you completely know
The power that you have
The only one that makes me laugh
Sad and it's not fair
Girl you take advantage of the fact that I
Love you beyond the reason why
And it just ain't right

Chorus

Bridge
One of these days maybe your magic won't affect me
And your kiss won't make me weak
But no one in this world knows me the way you know me
So you'll probably always have a spell on me

Chorus

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November 24, 2007

Lyrics: "Conscience" - Baby Cham

baby_cham.jpgIntro:
Fi di yute dem! Seen! Yo!!!

Verse 1:
Wah coulda possess a man?! Fi tun a AK-47 pon a young woman?!
And have di heart to fi send har go to neverland mi have a question
When oonu kill off di ooman dem weh oonu fi do, F man!!!?
Eh! Wah coulda possess a yute?! Fi lick dung a baby modda and har likkle yute
Look how she beg him and plea but him still a shoot
And come back pon di corna and a laff and a tink seh it cute
Nah mon dem bredda ya mad
Jamaica when yuh read di news it nuh mek yuh sad
Man a shot up all church den a soh dem bad
Hold on now mon, weh yuh try fi tell mi seh, gunman nuh rate God?!
Government weh oonu ago do?! Yuh see it look inna mi eyes did I tell oonu?!
Some man a talk bout dem a shotta dem a iddi poo
A must a cow push dem out cau mi caan believe dem have a modda too

Chorus:
A nuh so mi know it go, a nuh so we do we ting
Yardman nuh murda old woman and kill sucklin!
A some sick white people do dem ting deh a farin!
Yo mi lose off a oonu weh di man dem study king?!
A nuh so di ghetto run, a nuh rumor mi nuh spread
Bout man nuh rape likkle pickney in Jamaica and nuh dead!
Man nuh rob poor people and di don nuh buss dem head!
Man nuh bun dung house wid old people inna bed!

Verse 2:
Yo a Sherlock mi live and mi know certain flex
Man wi tief a phone card incase dem need fi send a text
Man wi run go fi him tool wen him an a man vex!
But badman nuh lay dung wid di same sex
Mi and mi modda Siddung pon mi veranda
We a hol a reasonin and read di news paper
She a ask what's di deal wid dem likkle yute yah
Mi caan figure it out, mi still a wonda

Repeat Verse 1
Repeat Chorus
Repeat Verse 2 until fade

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November 01, 2007

Lyrics : "Ghetto Gladiator(Traitor)" - Bounty Killa

When Sting draws near the usual suspects appear in war mood. Bounty Killa has been in a tussle with Beenie Man, D'Angel and Vybz Kartel since last year. Is the Warlord finally getting the edge? Hold a meds on these tunes. He is cross, angry miserableeeeee!!!

edit_bounty.jpgmaggi the bleacher
yu nuh have nuh career
yu nuh have nuh character
yu nuh have nuh image
no impact

yu look like a bleach out face gal inna a tin frock
kaboom, bang bang,
little you
bullet blood and tears
that we cry fi years
yow none a them cannot take alliance shares
by the bible the bullet or the gun
them can't take nothing from miss ivy son
the world is my own
bullet

I been through ..........
still I'm sitting at the top
them wanna see mi fall
alliance will never drop
I don't know why but a my career them want stop
when i was a likkle yute a seaview mi get shot
so a keep ma spikes out
like a soarsop
condition my mind i'm like a fuc***g death trap

to make sure I'm effective i don't move without my strap
so tell a little rat weh a yap a bag a crap
if yu dis yu skull a drop
yu head inna yu lap fi yu life yu a cap
no traitor no judas boy nuh gi mi chat
them a spy them fi die from ninety few mi say that
kaboom

I will always be the ghetto gladiator
and you will be remembered as the fuc***ing traitor
who try to run me over like a navigator
my bullets left you looking like a fu****ing grater

I will always be the ghetto gladiator
and you will be remembered as the fuc***ing traitor
who try to run me over like a navigator
my bullets left you looking like a fu****ing grater

last year mi get a stab inna mi back it hurt mi heart
if i could i would forgive but i been blinded by my wrath
everytime mi see the face i wanna tear it apart
if a never me build yu mi kill yu bl**dc***t

rise the k
spray the k
and give them a blood bath
the fassy mussi be drunk him making alot of bar talk

going around the place making alot of war talk
you know how we do we make the S.L.R talk
worse when the russian S.S.S.R bark
fassy where you going to run to when the war start
when the bullets kicking out marrow pon the tar start
and body start shipping out pon the hand carts

I will always be the ghetto gladiator
and you will be remembered as the fuc***ing traitor
who try to run me over like a navigator
my bullets left you looking like a fu****ing grater

I will always be the ghetto gladiator
and you will be remembered as the fuc***ing traitor
who try to run me over like a navigator
my bullets left you looking like a fu****ing grater

yow whappen to them
no traitor
no judas
maggi the bleacha
no snitch
no fish
no bi***
none a them

I will always be the ghetto gladiator
and you will be remembered as the fuc***ing traitor
who try to run me over like a navigator
my bullets left you looking like a fu****ing grater

I will always be the ghetto gladiator
and you will be remembered as the fuc***ing traitor
who try to run me over like a navigator
my bullets

yow
kabbom bang

I been through .........
still I'm sitting at the top
them wanna see mi fall
alliance will never drop
i don't know why but a my career them want stop
when i was a likkle yute a seaview mi get shot
so a keep ma spikes out
like a soarsop
condition my mind i'm like a fuc***g death trap

To make sure I'm effective i don't move without my strap
so tell a little rat weh a yap a bag a crap
if yu dis yu skull a drop
yu head inna yu lap fi yu life yu a cap
no traitor no judas boy nuh gi mi chat
them a spy them fi die from ninety few mi say that
kaboom

I will always be the ghetto gladiator

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September 26, 2007

LYRICS: “MY LIFE” - JAH CURE

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Hmm hmmmm
Yeeeah yeaah aaah
No no no, no no,
No no noooh
No no no no noo yeah yeh

(VERSE 1)
Every time I stop and make a look back as I reflect on my life, my life
Every time I stop and make a look back at the struggles in my life, my life
In my life I've seen many things
In my life I've seen paupers turn to kings
Some people come and go
Yet their memories never fade
Not everybody knows, that the good things that you do, will be remembered for
Remembered for

(CHORUS 1)
I've seen it all
The rising and the falling of many kings
And the bird that tries to fly away with broken wings
Yeah yeah
I've seen it all
And wicked people stand aside and do their thing
I pray to Jah, meditate and strum my guitar strings
Woo ooh woow yeaah

(VERSE 2)
Every time I stop and make a look back as I reflect on my life, my life
Every time I stop and make a look back at the struggles in my life
Some live inna glass house and still dem a mass out
Some have it all watching us fall still dem a floss out

(CHORUS 2)
I've seen it all, the rising and the falling, many kings yeah
Bird that tries to fly away with broken wings
Seen it all
I've seen it all
I've seen it all
While the wicked people stand aside and do their thing
Pray to Jah and meditate and strum back my guitar strings

(BRIDGE)
oh na na na nooo naah
na na na nooo, na na na nooo
na na na nooo yeaah
na na na wooie
na na na naae
oh yeaah

(CHORUS 3)
My life, I've seen many things
My life, I've seen paupers turn to kings
Some people come and go yet their memories never fade
Not every body knows that the good you do, you'll be remembered for
Remembered for
Remembered for yeah
Remembered for
Ohhhh ohh
Remembered for
In my life
Oh in my life
(i love you, the world, something special, love yuh Jah)

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May 01, 2007

Munga - 'Mi Bad From Mi Born' - lyrics

munga-dancehall-d'angel-beenie-man-sexygirls-beyonce-jay-z-rihanna.jpg(intro)
Yeah! selassie I di first
Jah rastafari redemption
I bun fyah yes yes yes yes yes yes! yes!
Munga of di gangsta ras

(chorus)
mi bad from mi born
and that's why mi gwaan so
where I was born
whole world want know
mi bad from mi born
and that's why mi gwaan so
and if dem want corn blow
hope dem can run

(verse 1)
yeah!
Munga, mi hail king selassie I di highest king
a mi par wid shango the baddest king
a mi link with Kalonji the maddest king
if you dis mi your life ah di saddest thing
munga bad from the first day
my birthday is next to killa birthday
mi we done in the worse way
you diss me Wednesday well yuh d**d before Thursday
cah mi now join nuh conference
hey common sense
tek dem mi seh none a sense
cah we lock the square and global circle friends
and mi thugs naah nuh conscience
No! rastafari gets the glory
badmind people cyaan tek mi glory
a David House a run di place yes jah glory
different story
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(chorus)
mi bad from mi born
and that's why mi gwaan so
where I was born
whole world want know
mi bad from mi born
and that's why mi gwaan so
and if dem want corn blow
hope dem can run

(verse 2)
honourable! - from islington
buff tell dem nuh get this thing wrong
Highgate Hollow Point get distinction
hey gal yuh face sexingtion
but Notabay have a special K
Mek bowy head top full flakes like special K
done dem inna special way
when mi voice fi Corleone that was a special day
Dem a nuh badman dem nuh know de basic rule
mi a gansgta from mi a go roadside basic school days
and dem cyaan dis Cool Face
mi nuh fare screw face mi wi bus up fool face
caah J Town still naah play around
and badmind people still cyaan stay around
Red Hills Road, Cassia Park, Jackie Tow,n Acke Walk
a nuh bag a talk

(chorus)
mi bad from mi born
and that's why mi gwaan so
where I was born
whole world want know
mi bad from mi born
and that's why mi gwaan so
and if dem want cold blow
hope dem can run.

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April 13, 2007

Mr. Vegas - 'Tek Weh Yuh Self' - lyrics

mr-vegas-lyrics-SexyGirls.jpgINTRO
Young and old people ah do dah dance yah
it hit mi ah tell yu ah who dem ah ramp wit
POPEYE! Dutchie Pot Ducthie Pot

Ravers Clavers, Black Blingers,
Timless, Sample6 All Dancers

Chorus
Every body start Tek Weh Yourself
Fa lah di riddim and Tek Weh Yourself
Spin wit it and Tek Weh Yourself
Ah di new dance Tek Weh Yourself

Cah some ah dem badmind some ah dem badmind
Tek Weh Yourself dem badmind
dis yah one ah fi prime time
dis ah fi prime time
Tek Weh Yourself ah prime time

Verse 1

So wen you see wicked people
Tek Weh Yourself
wen yu see nasty people
Tek Weh Yourself
from dem ah study evil
Tek Weh Yourself
nah parr with dem inna vehicle
Tek Weh Yourself
and if yu best fren ah cat
Tek, Tek Weh Yourself
and yu nuh wah look flop
Tek, Tek Weh Yourself
spin wit it and nuh drop
Tek, Tek Weh Yourself
all keiva got it lock like dat.
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Chorus

Every body start Tek Weh Yourself
Fa lah di riddim and Tek Weh Yourself
Spin wit it and Tek Weh Yourself
Ah di new dance Tek Weh Yourself

Cah some ah dem badmind some ah dem badmind
Tek Weh Yourself dem badmind
dis yah one ah fi prime time
dis ah fi prime time
Tek Weh Yourself ah prime time

Verse 2

Tek Weh yourself it so easy fi do
fi di style yah me Godafi caaaah suuu
me and mi fren dem nuh join certain crew
Tek weh Weself from we ah play number 2
Tek Weh Weself cah we nuh rave wit dem
nah Tek Weh Weself from di gal dem
dis one feel like another anthem
watch dem ah do di dance ah Queens and Brooklyn

Chorus

Every body start Tek Weh Yourself
Fa lah di riddim and Tek Weh Yourself
Spin wit it and Tek Weh Yourself
Ah di new dance Tek Weh Yourself

Cah some ah dem badmind some ah dem badmind
Tek Weh Yourself dem badmind
dis yah one ah fi prime time
dis ah fi prime time
Tek Weh Yourself ah prime time

Verse 3

So every dancer start march out
dis ah dance yah weh dem ah talk bout
tun up di sound it nah goh short out
wicked people try walk me out
so mek we tek it pass dem deh
yuh nuh si long time we pass dem deh
ayyy mek di dance pass dem deh
yaaa yu nuh hear me seh ah no dem deh

Chorus

Every body start Tek Weh Yourself
Fa lah di riddim and Tek Weh Yourself
Spin wit it and Tek Weh Yourself
Ah di new dance Tek Weh Yourself

Cah some ah dem badmind some ah dem badmind
Tek Weh Yourself dem badmind
dis yah one ah fi prime time
dis ah fi prime time
Tek Weh Yourself ah prime time

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Dancehall artiste Einstien - 'Rise Di Machine' - lyrics

Photo by: Carlington Wilmot

Einstien-dancehall-beyonce-SexyGirls.jpg(INTRO)

AH WEH DEM AH DU - SCREECHY UP PAN DI ENDS - DEM TINK INNA DEM WAR YAH MAN FYA HAND GUN - DEM BWOY DEH LOVE BEAT IT AN RUN - YOW DELLY, CHINO, STEPHEN YUH NUH SEE SEH DI BWOY DEM HAVE 2 A R 15 AN AH 1 M16 RETALIATE.

[CHORUS]

RISE DI MACHINES WEH AH 5 .56 CALIBUR AA 12 DROP OFF ADVOSERY HEAD LIKE DI XCALIBUR BEAT IT LIKE A SLAVE SHOT AH RUN DEM DUNG GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG.RISE DI MACHINES WEH AH 7.62 CALIBUR AK 5 DROP OFF ADVOSERY HEAD LIKE DI XCALIBUR BEAT IT LIKE A SLAVE SHOT A RUN DEM DUNG GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG.

[VERSE 1]

5.8 X 42 DAT MI NEW GUN BUSS
BIG LIKE A RED BULL CAN HUMONGUS
WEN IT BULP UP DI HEBREW GUN BUSS
MADIN USE VACCUUM WEN U TUN DUSS
FIT UP DI MGI EVERYTING INTALOCK
DEM ARMS YA MEK WINTA HOT
SHOT BORE DEM UP DEM TINK A TACK
BWOYY WALK AN STAGGA LIKE IS A RUM DRINKA DAT
LIKE ASTROUNAUT MI SEND MARROW OUTTA SPACE
WEN MI BUSS IT MI SHOULDA SLIP OUTTA PLACE
MEK BWOY EYES DROP OUTTA FACE
MI FIRE SHOT LIKE MI EMPLOY DEM AH NUH MOUT A TRACE
MI NUH MISS, INNA DI EYE MEEEEEE SHOOOOOOOT DI BULL
HEAD SPLIT LIKE MELON WEH JUICYFUL
BUSS FROM ROUNDA LANE DEM LEAK OUTTA POUND A BRAIN ITS BEAUTIFULLL.
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{CHORUS}

RISE DI MACHINES WEH AH 5 .56 CALIBUR AA 12 DROP OFF ADVOSERY HEAD LIKE DI XCALIBUR BEAT IT LIKE A SLAVE SHOT AH RUN DEM DUNG GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG.RISE DI MACHINES WEH AH 7.62 CALIBUR AK 5 DROP OFF ADVOSERY HEAD LIKE DI XCALIBUR BEAT IT LIKE A SLAVE SHOT A RUN DEM DUNG GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG.
STYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYLE

[VERSE 2]

AH NUH KONG FU DEM NUH GET KICK INNA EYE
PASTE 90 PUT DEM SKIN LIKE WEN CHICKEN AH FRY
RUN WEH DI FISH HIM AH TRY
SHOT TEAR OFF IM FOOT CLEAN IT NUH STICK INNA TIE
SNIPER RIFLE YUH NAH SI ME BUSS WHILE
FOOL SLIDE INNA BLOOD LIKE PEANUT OIL
GUN DEM DUNNNNNNNNNNG DI GENIUS STYLE
BODY LEF A MARS HEAD PAN VENUS SOIL
WHO WAH VIOLATE DEM YAH LINKS
BLACK RHINO NUH SOFT LIKE DEM YAH DRINKS
WEN DI A R 10 A RINSE
ADVOSERY MIND OPEN MEK YUH SI DEM THOUGHT AND WEH DEM AH TINK
STARRR DI S LIKE CORN POP TRIPE
SKIN CHANGE COLOUR LIKE STOP LIGHT
MI CROSS LIKE DI ROAD
MI TINGS OVERLOAD
COPPA DIG OUT DEM FLESH LIKE BAUXITE.

[CHORUS]

RISE DI MACHINES WEH AH 5 .56 CALIBUR AA 12 DROP OFF ADVOSERY HEAD LIKE DI XCALIBUR BEAT IT LIKE A SLAVE SHOT AH RUN DEM DUNG GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG.RISE DI MACHINES WEH AH 7.62 CALIBUR AK 5 DROP OFF ADVOSERY HEAD LIKE DI XCALIBUR BEAT IT LIKE A SLAVE SHOT A RUN DEM DUNG GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG, GUN DEM DUNG.

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January 22, 2007

Mavado's lyrics "New Name fi Informa" - Dissing Vybz Kartel

Carlington Wilmot Photo

mavado-dancehallartiste-billboard-bountykiller-yardflex.jpgCHORUS
New name fi informa ah Mr Palmer
Grudge me fi X5 so mi sing dah pslams yah
Strap wid mi hamma clip longer dan banana
Bwoy come pass di corna. gunshot ring inna yu ears like llaama

VERSES: ONE
Everybody ask wha cause di vex vibe
ME on busy rise on buy two X5
Badmind - and some bwoy too canive
5 Song Mi DO True Him a Try Tek Mi Hype
Mi nuh have nuh time fi war wid him
Roach - ketch him a bow on stap par wid him
A nuh CUT UP on scar wid him
Cassava peice well A body pon tar fi him

Di bwoy too caniving
Him go check singer blinger all singer blinger hide him
Di whole portmore avoid him
From him par wid di fish dat mean one A ride him
A killer tell mi nuh SHOT him
But A same way di bwoy did badmind assassin
Spragga benz nearly gas him
Di bwoy bleach on bleach on look frassin

(SAM-polarize echo: A kartel yu kno)

Badness him nuh worthy fah
Seh him bath on and UP shorty furniture
A wha tek dah helped alien skermich yah
Di head bake fifty calibre searching fah

(SAM-polarize echo: Man A material badman)

Chat him A chat
Run leff portmore. tru A yap him A yap
Mummy wipe UP blood wid mop inna mop
A ME di devil reject mi PUT chop inna chop

BRIDGE:
Adijah di teacher bleach out like latisha
Gun rise like di ifle sen on bwoy deepa by
Meanwhile ME A rise career dem career get cheaper
Gun rise like sunrise Mi name di time keeper

VERSE TWO:
Start war and go give you f**king life up
dead wid di s**k c**ky gal weh yu a wife up
call mi name just fi fame and stripe up
inna di school bus dem seh pu**y him a bite up
but mi strap with di K with di lite up
Coppa in a face fi a bowy weh a brite up
a same way one bredda di a hype up
bullet inna gun buss him tripe up

Along time mi nuh trust him
if a killing busy mek wi go fuss him
Killer low mek mi crush him
mi a real bad man mi nuh too join di cussing
well a straight gun bussing, blood crushing, fi di doctor dem rush him
before doctor fish touch him, guns out right away trace cass rush him

Di same witch inna di kitchen
a season up di same oxtail and chicken
a muss dat dem use trick him
mek him sell out di don true him damn belly licking
mek di dawg dem bit him
caah di gun weh di bowy demus it sticking
watch di bowy guh fi slicken
when flex rise up di eagle con-evil and pick him.

CHORUS:
New name fi informa ah Mr Palmer
Grudge me fi X5 so mi sing dah pslams yah
Strap wid mi hamma clip longer dan banana
Bwoy come pass di corna. gunshot ring inna yu ears like llaama

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Vybz Kartel lyrics - "Mafraudo" - counteraction for Mavado

Carlington Wilmot Photo

Vybz_kartel_dancehall_reggae_Mavado_sexygirls_sexy_girl_naked_girls.jpgNone a dem Pu**y deh cyah call Mr. Palmer informer,
send him to di balmer
Dis Kartel yuh ah go get murder like yuh father,
real life war unnuh rather
Mi neva kill a barber, but if ah so ah so rise di lama
Pear badman name Palmer, Tristan, Mocha from Payne Land
Wah do some pu**y wid second-hand jeep and few namebrand

Sing some funeral Psalms when mi rise dem arms yah
Feel say yuh bad come shoot up the Gaza
Real informer nuh clown Missa Palmer
You run to reporters like Lorna
You strap up wid pad not armour, go call mi name innah Gleaner
Di last man drive past yuh corner ah gully yuh chuck innah

Everybody know, informer dats what you are
Seh mi shoot up yuh ends innah my owna car
How yuh fi gimme hype when yuh beg mi par
And mi write five songs gi yuh turn yuh innah star

Talk bout bad man place, who cut yuh innah yuh damn face?
Roach tell yuh me bow, wrong man wrong place
Dahlia wipe har pu**y pon yuh long face
Copper scatta head twenty-one place

Me and Singer Blinger never stop par,
ah di don so
You dis yuh songwriter name Tanso
Him write, 'Wah dem ah seh?'
Rise up di nanko, mek yuh marrow fly like johncrow
Bout me cyah go Portmore yuh ah lip trace
Me lock di scheme from Boston to Fifth Phase
Glock paste bear fat shot innah yuh dog-face
Dump him a dyke yuh nuh deserve the morgue space

Wi chop man, wi nuh chop furniture
Di gyal yuh ah min' ah try mek her richer
She ah f**k one a my friend in your apartment, pon your bed under your picture
Ah me say Portmore have the Askela
How mi fi leff Portmore frass fella?
Earthworm please warn fin-hand bredda
Or man ah go open him head like umbrella

CHORUS
Di Teacha nuh bleacha, di chop innah yuh face yuh ah rub wid Noxema
Mofraudo memba yuh have a ba**yman bredda
And yuh madda still suffer so wah mi fi bad mind fah?

VERSE TWO:
Bout X5, mi Harrier, di beama, di Honda add up to wah, 8.8 million
Me buy a house fi mi madda, mine big like Pavillion
You come a hype bout crappy van
Memba di house weh yuh madda live likkle like patty van
Termite a nyam it like how yuh ah nyam Yvonne
Rah, yuh been acting pon, Uzi from Ackee Pond
marro nah fly dat vanish like magician

Sell out which dads, how dads fi get sell out
How dem a dads and ah nyaming michelle out
Fi him bow tongue soon fell out
When dem fling yuh through glass up ah Spring did you yell out?

Nah kill nuh man and him shot off Tiger foot
Das why God set yuh finger like a nook
Addi crack skull like egg innah oil ah cook
Dem ah nuh gangster dem ah gangster designer look

Hold on, yuh babymother name Dahlia seh yuh suck more dan mosquitos carrying malaria
Yuh nuh bad, yuh ah pussy innah bad man area,
nuh fit the criteria
Busy see mi wah day and run, but mi nah run him dung, why
Cuz if yuh run dung yuh shadow now, you will never catch it,
news bulletin

BRIDGE:
Mofraudo the failure yuh ketch di soldier man innah di house a f**k Dahlia
Yuh rush di soldier and yuh get f**ked up
People ah nuh long time ah since him buss wah day yah

"Di End of Death"

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January 01, 2007

'Coming Over' - Chuck Fender & Cherine Anderson - lyrics

Chuck_fender_cherine_anderson_dancehall_reggaemusic.jpgIntro: Chuck Fender (Cherine Anderson)
A di livin fire yuh know (Oooh)
A rasta lovin yuh know caan be contained (Oooh baby)
Wah oh Ah! (Yeah) Oh (Baby)
Oh my darlin my dear (Oooh Oooh)
This moment we have to share (Love)
Wah oh ah! (Sweet love) Hear mi now!!!

Chorus: Chuck Fender
Are you coming over tonight, I'm feelin lonely
I wanna hold you in my arms, girl I just wanna treat you right

Cherine Anderson:
Yes I'm coming over tonight, I need you baby
Make love all night, is that alright
I'm so crazy about you

Verse 1: Chuck Fender (Letters is CAPS means they sing together)
I can't wait to embrace you girl, take you to a fantasy world
We don't need no diamonds and pearls, I want to give you some lovin girl
IN A NIGHT WHEN THIS ONE WAS RAININ, NONE OF US WILL BE COMPLAININ
INSENSITY WILL ME MAINTAININ, I WANNA BE NEXT TO YOU

Chorus: Chuck Fender (Cherine Anderson)
Are you coming over tonight, I'm feelin lonely (Are you lonely baby?)
I wanna hold you in my arms, girl I just wanna treat you right (Yeah baby)

Cherine Anderson:
Yes I'm coming over tonight, I need you baby
Make love all night, is that alright
I'm so crazy, crazy about you

Verse 2: Chuck Fender
Just home alone is not for me, i got to have my princess next to me
I need to see her frequently, love and honesty

Verse 3: Cherine Anderson
So eomotional devotional, I can't resist your charm I'm lost when I am in your arms
You inspire me, take me higher see, there's no me without you baby

Chorus: Chuck Fender (Cherine Anderson)
Are you coming over tonight, I'm feelin lonely (I'm coming home to you)
I wanna hold you in my arms, girl I just wanna treat you right (Yeah you know)

Cherine Anderson:
Yes I'm coming over tonight, I need you baby
Make love all night, is that alright
I'm so crazy, crazy about you

Repeat Verse 1
Repeat Chorus

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December 05, 2006

Galaxy P aka Ras Ptah - Lyrics

RasPtah-Reggae-Dancehall-SexyGirls_sexy.jpgINTRO

A GOT TO TELL DI YUTE DEM THESE DAYS WAR IS NOT DI ANSA
AMUNRA PTAH

CHORUS

COME FI TELL EVERYBODY SEH A LOVE AND UNITY ANNU LOVEAND UNITY UNNU BOUND AGO SORRY
DI ONE GO SO, FIRE, FIRE,FIRE, FIRE AFFI BUN
HIGHAH, HIGHAH.HIGHA, HIGHAH CAAN DUN

VERSE 1

WEN MI CHECK LIFE SUM LIKKLE DIBBI DIBBI WAANCOME TEK LIFE INNA BRAWLING DAYLIGHT.
SOME COME TUN COKE HEAD
SHANGO LIKE A BALL
A BEG YUH KID WEH DI POPE HEAD
INNA WI PROKEDS
TO MUCH BLOOD SHEDS
UNDER THE BUSH SHED
LOOK HOW DEM SICK WI
LOOK WAH DEM DUN TO POOR PEOPLE PICKNEY
POLITICIAN AND DEM FRIEND DEM WAAN TRICK WI

CHORUS

COME FI TELL EVERYBODY SEH A LOVE AND UNITY AND IF ANNU LOVE AND UNITY
UNNU BOUND AGO SORRY.
DI ONE GO SO FIRE, FIRE, FIRE, FIRE AFFI BUN
HIGHAH, HIGHAH, HIGHAH,HIGHAH CAAN DUN

VERSE 2

WI PUT DEM IN DI FERNESS LAVA DI FIRE MI COME FI BURN IT
SHANGO TEACH WE SO MI READY FI LEARN IT
SO WI A BURN IT
TIAD FI SEE THE FUNERAL
TIAD FISEE THE HURSE
TIAD FI SEE DI BODYDEM A GO UNDER EARTH
A WONDER WHY DI YUTE DEM NOW A DAYS SO BLOOD THIRST
AND PUT DI ALMIGHTY FIRST

FIRE, FIRE, FIRE,FIRE AFFI BUN
MI AGO SO HIGHAH,HIGHAH,HIGHAH,HIGHAH CAAN DUN

REPEAT VERSE ONE

REPEAT CHORUS

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Driva! - Don't stop at all - Lyrics - Dancehall/reggae artiste Buju Banton

Photo by: Carlington Wilmot

BujuBanton_Driver_Lyrics_Dancehall_Reggae_Carlington_Wilmot.jpgIntro:
I waan yuh carry this round di road fah mi
And don't tek nuh talk from nobody
Just do weh mi tell yuh fi do seen star
And mek sure everyting work according to how man seh everyting fi work seen
Tek back yuhself and bring back yuhself inna one peace
Mek sure seh yuh reach, hear mi
Lawd a mercy, hey, lawd a miss mercy, lawd a mercy

Chorus:
Driver, don't stop at all, drop this Arizona round a Albermarle
Driver, don't even hitch, collect dat likkle food deh yah and come back quick
Driver, just rememba di damn speed limit
Cau if yuh, run in di Feds my friend dat is it

Verse 1:
I got a nextel phone and cingular chip
Any problem yuh can reach mi pon this
A pounds dem a buy when a tons dem a ship
Green like grass brown like chocolate
Fed Ex or UPS a mek several trips
All mi life savings a ride pon this
Yuh can, drink a beer but don't yuh dare bun a spliff
Di scent a di marijuana mek yuh life uplift
Even though it compress and tie inna plastic
Don't deliver it a go end up drastic
A barrel gun mi buss and mi yuh know it caan stick
Mi waan change Mi waan change mi zinc and put up decromastic
Tired fi sip Red Bull a straight Hypnotic

Chorus:
So driver, don't stop at all, mi seh drop this Arizona round a Albermarle
Driver, mi seh don't even hitch, collect dat likkle food deh yah and come back quick
Driver, just rememba di damn speed limit
Cau if yuh, run in di Feds my friend dat is it

Verse 2:
A beef this man a run mi nuh inna it but nor because
My gal waan wear Victoria Secret draws
Some nuh love day so yuh fi put it pon pause
Billy a informa wid federal charge
Memba, don't carry nuh body a mi yard
Soldier mi love and mi nuh respect coward
I deh pon a mission man hustlin hard
No ghetto yute should ever suffer and starve
Hustlin ability we learn dat a yard
Nuh feel yuh brain big, nuh bodda draw card
Di last bwoy weh try dat dead like dog
Sell off!!! Weh yuh have a mek we set new record

Chorus:
Mi seh driver, don't stop at all, mi seh drop this Arizona round a Albermarle
Driver, mi seh don't even hitch, collect dat likkle penny and come back quick
Driver, just rememba di damn speed limit
Cau if yuh, run in di cops my friend dat is it

Outro:
Action packed why some bwoy a pure lip
Go deh Buju Banton cau yuh know yuh caan slip
Reach upon di bridge fi mek dem tun and dip
Watch it mek di rudebwoy show dem how we do it
When yuh a drive, mek sure yuh maintain speed limit, to.........

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November 16, 2006

Daville - On My Mind - lyrics

Daville_promo_pic_On_My_Mind.jpgIntro:
Ahh, you're on my mind, yea

[Verse 1]
I'm thinking about you...ou
Girl how I miss you...ou
Baby ever since that day you went away, yes
I can't live without you...ou

[chorus]
You're always on my mind
Girl you're on my mind
Girl you're on my mind
Yea you're on my mind

[Verse 2]
I gave you all Of me
And now your not here to see
Nothing will ever change
My love remains the same, yeah
I can't wait to see you again

[chorus]
You're always on my mind
Girl you're on my mind
Girl you're on my mind
Yea you're on my mind

[Bridge]
If I don't see you today I hope I'll see you tomorrow
Girl I've got to let you know
How I feel yeah yeah
This love is real
And I don't want to fool myself, no
It belongs to you and no one else

[chorus]
You're always on my mind
Girl you're on my mind
Girl you're on my mind
Yea you're on my mind

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October 11, 2006

Alaine - 'Give You What Yuh Want' - Lyrics

Photo By: Carlington Wilmot

Im gonna give what u want..want. want (Im gonna give what u want..want. want)

Alaine_Singer_Dancehall.jpgChorus:

Gunna give u wat u wat u wat u wat u wat u want
Never givin up Im never givin up cuz I
Love it wen we kissin n I luv it wen we touch every morning every nite I wanna gi gi gi gi gi you
Gi u wat u wat u wat u wat u wat u want
Never givin up Im never givin up
Gonna gi you wat u wat u wat u wat u wat u want
Every morning every nite Im gonna gi gi gi gi gi you

Verse 1:

And in the morning wen you wakin up Ill giv u luvin wen the sun cumz up
And in the nite wen we turn out the lights, well b closer,
Babe is that alright?
And wen its hot outside ill make you sweat
And wen its cold ill warm you up again
Oh baby this is how its got to be
So if u give it all to me

Chorus

Gunna give u wat u wat u wat u wat u wat u want
Never givin up Im never givin up cuz I
Love it wen we kissin n I luv it wen we touch every morning every nite I wanna gi gi gi gi gi you
Gi u wat u wat u wat u wat u wat u want
Never givin up Im never givin up
Gonna gi you wat u wat u wat u wat u wat u want
Every morning every nite Im gonna gi gi gi gi gi you

Verse 2:

And wen u workin ill cum on the phone
And tell you baby I want u at home
So tell the boss ur sick u gatta leave
And baby make me ? quick oh baby plz
Break the red lights hurry hurry now
Dont watch the stop signs I cant wait no more
I know u want me, ye I want u too
So babe as soon as I see you..

Chorus

Bridge (x2)

Gi you what you want every day n every nite
if its cold or if its hot well b ? all nite
Gunna gi u what you want every day n every nite
If ur awake or asleep babe Ill never stop

Chorus

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September 22, 2006

Gangsta Guerilla Lyrics - Mr. Peppa

Mr.Peppa_Gangsta_Gurilla_Ward21.jpgIntro:
Dat's betta!!! Yeah all should know, yeah, wah gwaan
Well a pure sufferation and hard ship everywhere
So we haffi hustle haffi juggle out there
Nah go matta dem we never mad cau dem nuh care
Nah nuh time fi siddung like a chair
Cau man a gangsta guerilla rilla rilla rilla ri-rilla
Gangsta guerilla guerilla guerilla guerilla-la
Gangsta guerilla rilla rilla rilla ri-rilla
Gangsta guerilla guerilla

Verse 1:
Cau man a gangsta guerilla from we born we nuh tek chat
Rules and laws dem fi know a we a set dat
Neva yuh eva try disrespect dat
Don't see di current and try disconnect dat
We set we goals then we reach and go tek dat
Hypocrites nuh like we, tell dem seh dress back
Caan tek we life cause Jah dun protect dat
Forward we going, we nah nuh time fi step back

Chorus:
When real hustlers touch in di streets haffi find food fi eat
Or when di storm is on, and corner beat, man haffi find food fi eat
House to maintain, some irate kids to feed, so we haffi find food fi eat
When we hustle in di streets, we nuh obsolete, yuh see it
We haffi find food fi eat

Verse 2:
We a hustle cau bus fare, gas, light and water gone up
To how we look di government dem just a warm up
Yuh a saweetheart now tings go storm up
What a gwaan when elections go call up
Di money nah run, a pure tall up
Man jump out when Kingfish go crawl up
So ghetto yutes listen mi jump off di war bus
Hop on di star bus nuh talk bout yuh caan bus
Just imagine di world deh deh fi yuh
House and car pretty girls deh deh fi yuh
Just give thanks fi di life weh Jah give yuh
Dust off and shine like a star mek dem see yuh
Yeah, inna di jungle be a lion like Leo
Cau nuff nah go like how wi a flow like rio
And study yuh surroundings just like Geo
And a chapter a day dat wi free you, memba seh

Chorus:
When real hustlers touch in di streets we haffi find food fi eat
all when di storm is on, and corner beat, man haffi find food fi eat
House to maintain, some irate kids to feed, so we haffi find food fi eat
When we hustle in di streets, we nuh obsolete, yuh see it
We haffi find food fi eat

Bridge:
Gangsta guerilla rilla rilla rilla ri-rilla
Gangsta guerilla guerilla guerilla guerilla-la
Gangsta guerilla rilla rilla rilla ri-rilla
Gangsta guerilla guerilla

Repeat Part of Verse 1
Repeat Chorus Until end

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September 21, 2006

Tony Matterhorn - Goodas Fi Dem Lyrics

Tony_Matharoon_Baby_Cham_Bares_Hammond_Goodas.jpgIntro:
Fabulous!!! Matterhorn again!!!!!
Talk di tings dem (?)
Listen mi, again.

Chorus:
Goodas fi dem gal yuh a goodas fi dem (RAE!!!)
Goodas fi dem gal yuh a goodas fi dem (WUY!!!)
So walk out walk out wid yuh friend (RAE!!!)
Jump around and jump around tell a dutty gal
Mi back mi back mi back mi bl**dclaat back (RAE!!!)
All she a chat yuh know she really caan knock (RAE!!!)
Mi back mi back mi back mi bl**dclaat back (RAE!!!)
How dem a chat so and dem caan knock yuh back

Verse 1:
Well! Look pon dat one yah chip up like a piss pot (WUY!!!)
Har face so brown and har whole body black (WUY!!!)
Di pedicure but check out di heel back
How it full up a swat, and now it full up a crap (WUY!!!)
Fight ova man and now di man nuh come back (A wah dat!!!)
But any bwoy yuh give dat sitten deh weh fat (RAE!!!)
Hiw waan fi call off yuh phone waan di block
Inna yuh home, cau him know seh yuh got it like dat (Fabulous!!!)

Chorus:
Goodas fi dem gal yuh a goodas fi dem (RAE!!!)
Goodas fi dem gal yuh a goodas fi dem (WUY!!!)
So walk out walk out wid yuh friend (RAE!!!)
Goodas fi dem, so look pon dem and tell dem dat...
Mi back mi back mi back mi bl**dclaat back (RAE!!!)
All she a chat yuh know she really caan knock (RAE!!!)
Mi back mi back mi back mi bl**dclaat back (RAE!!!)
How dem a chat so and dem caan knock yuh back

Verse 2:
Gwey! Fix up yuhself mi gal fix up yuh place (WUY!!!)
Yuh sexy body and show dem yuh cute face (LORD!!!)
All dem a talk yuh know a time dem a waste
Nuh bwoy caan point yuh out and seh yuh point and taste (RAE!!!)
Walk out mi gal and hold up yuh head (RAE!!!)
Cau yuh a goodas yuh nuh run nuh body red (RAE!!!)
Put on yuh clothes come out di whole a dem a dead
Nuff a dem a seh dem a hot gal a nuh bathe
Talk bout yuh kids because di whole a dem cute (HUH!!!)
Yuh baby fadda him nuh stop send di loot
Look pon dat one deh look like old grapefruit
Dem a big old woman and dem a run di likkle yute (A Wah Dat)

Chorus:
Goodas fi dem gal yuh a goodas fi dem (RAE!!!)
Goodas fi dem gal yuh a goodas fi dem (WUY!!!)
So walk out walk out wid yuh friend again
Goodas fi dem gal yuh a goodas fi dem (RAE!!!)
Goodas fi dem a gal goodas fi dem (WUY!!!)
Yuh a nuh chickenhead goodas fi dem
Yuh a nuh skettle mi seh goodas fi dem again
Mi back mi back mi back mi bl**dclaat back (RAE!!!)
All she a chat yuh know she really caan knock (RAE!!!)
Mi back mi back mi back mi bl***dclaat back (RAE!!!)
How dem a chat so and dem caan knock yuh back

Bridge:
Fabulous!!! Matterhorn again!!!!
Mi back Mi back Mi back Mi back Mi back Mi back Mi back Mi back Mi back Mi back
Mi back Mi back Mi back Mi back blood bl***dclaat back

Repeat Verse 1
Repeat Chorus until end

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September 05, 2006

'Treat Mi Like Yuh Glock' - These Streets Lyrics - Tanya Stephens

TanyaStephens,glock sexy girls, dancehall photos, sean paul, beenie man.jpgIntro:
Yuh know, I can still rememba when it was just mi and yuh
Suddenly, it turn yuh and yuh crew
Fi get everyting bout yuh boo

Verse 1:
I wish yuh woulda treat mi like yuh glock
I woulda love it if yuh keep mi pon cock
I wish yuh woulda treat mi like a Yatch
Keep mi wet while de waves dem a rock
Why yuh cyann stay pon mi like di corna?
And keep yuh lips pon mi like yuh marijuana
I woulda love it if yuh treat mi like yuh club
Stay up inna mi whole night just a bump and grind and rub up

Bridge:
Yuh don't understand
What your woman needs from her man
While yuh deh pan de street all de time
Just bear dis in mind, bwoy

Chorus:
These streets don't love yuh like I do (Yuh need fi know dat)
Yuh wanna keep yuh woman lovin yuh (Then yuh need fi show dat)
The love wi ah fi tek so much effort fi build (Yuh about fi blow dat)
But just like a played out Jersey, yuh about fi get throwback

Verse 2:
I wish yuh woulda treat mi like a house
Mi know yuh nah leggo dat when yuh bounce
yuh shoulda dey home a knock boots like yuh Tims
Need fi act older dan de size a yuh rims
I wish yuh woulda stay pon mi like yuh phone man
And neva leave di house widout mi like yuh chrome man
Bwoy, I wish yuh woulda treat mi like yuh whips
Yuh girls a perfect ten but yuh Benz dem a only a five and a six

Bridge:
Yuh don't understand
What your woman needs from her man
While yuh deh pan de street all de time
Just bear dis in mindddd

Chorus:
These streets don't love yuh like I do (Yuh need fi know dat)
Yuh wanna keep yuh woman lovin yuh (Then yuh need fi show dat)
The love wi have well it tek so much effort fi build (Yuh about fi blow dat)
But just like a played out Jersey, yuh about fi get throwback

Verse 3:
Now de feds have dem case, weh you deh in the pound
Mi a look fi a familiar face, mi nuh see none around
When yuh call mi collect and gimme errands fi do
Mi nuh see no hot gyal, mi nuh see none a yuh crew
Government cease everyting, dat gees, everyting
And anoda ball a done tek ova di spot
A run trees everything, got keys, everyting
And 10 calls ah month is all yuh got saying

Bridge:
Now yuh understand
What I was tryin to seh to my man
While yuh didn't depan di grind
Yuh shoulda bear dis in mind

Verse 4:
See di streets, dem nuh give a damn (Bang-geh-deh-leh-bang)
A just di place whe yo pay deh pan (Yuh need fi know dat)
You di love wid di corna
Yuh cyan see mi neva wanna (Den yuh need need fi show dat)

Outro:
These streets don't love yuh like I do (repeat till end

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August 10, 2006

'Give It Up To Me' Lyrics - Sean Paul & Keisha Cole

SeanPaul_DancehallReggae_Rihanna.jpg[Intro: Sean Paul
Get out my head and into the bed girl...
Cau yuh dun know, plottin' out the fantasy..
Hey baby girl and it's you a di key...yo...mi go so then

[Chorus: Sean Paul] (Letters in CAPS means Keyshia Cole is singing with Sean Paul)
From yuh look inna mi eye gal I see seh yuh want me
When you gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME
Because yuh body enticin yuh makin mi horny
When yuh gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME
Well if a no today girl then a must be tomorrow (Oooh, oooh, oooh)
When you FULFILL MY FANTASY
Because yuh know I give yuh lovin straight like an arrow
When yuh gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME

[Verse 1:]
So back it up deh..So pack it up yeah
Cause I wanna be the man that's really gonna have it up and mack it up and
Slap it up yeah...So what is up yeah...You know you got the sinting inna me pants a develop and a swell up and
Double up yeah...So gimmie the work yeah cause if you no gimme the work the blue balls a erupt yeah..
So rev it up deh gal gwaan try you luck deh cause when you stir it up you know me haffi measure up yeah.

[Chorus: Sean Paul] (Letters in CAPS means Keyshia Cole is singing with Sean Paul)
From yuh look inna mi eye gal I see seh yuh want me
When you gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME
Because yuh body enticin yuh makin mi horny
When yuh gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME
Well if a no today girl then a must be tomorrow (Oooh, oooh, oooh)
When you FULFILL MY FANTASY
Because yuh know I give yuh lovin straight like an arrow
When yuh gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME

[Verse 2: Sean Paul]
Hey pretty girl...Seh mi love fi see you walk...
Yuh no habla ingles but just listen me when me a talk
This ya one yeah from me heart, woman you got me caught
You ever inna me thoughts and no left me inna the dark, inna the...
First place gal that's where you belong, so just let me flip the switch woman I can turn it on and...
Gimme the passion from dusk till dawn...Tell me if you want it fi gwaan...my girl..

[Verse 3: Keyshia Cole]
As a woman on my own I got it goin on
And I'm liking what I'm seeing I don't wanna be alone
Cause you got me in a daze your illusion make me sway
We go back and forth and round and round and nothing turn away
Baby boy could it be wonderful like this
To say it's only bout in the way you twist
Cause you got me in a daze your illusion make me sway
I'm caught into you now I'm tempted to stay, oh no!

[Chorus: Sean Paul] (Letters in CAPS means Keyshia Cole is singing with Sean Paul)
From yuh look inna mi eye gal I see seh yuh want me
When you gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME
Because yuh body enticin yuh makin mi horny
When yuh gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME
Well if a no today girl then a must be tomorrow (Oooh, oooh, oooh)
When you FULFILL MY FANTASY
Because yuh know I give yuh lovin straight like an arrow
When yuh gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME

{Bridge: Keyshia Cole]
Boom, boom, boom boom, boom, boom, boom boom
Boom, boom, boom boom, ba ba boom, boom, boom boom

[Verse 4: Sean Paul]
So why can't you see....we ought to be....together girl don't front on me
I just wanna be near so don't have no fear and lemme see you bring your body right over here
Because you should share it...girl I'll care it.....And I'm gonna give you love so clear
It gonna make you shine and once you are mine...we be rockin' it until the end of time

[Chorus: Sean Paul] (Letters in CAPS means Keyshia Cole is singing with Sean Paul)
From yuh look inna mi eye gal I see seh yuh want me
When you gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME
Because yuh body enticin yuh makin mi horny
When yuh gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME
Well if a no today girl then a must be tomorrow (Oooh, oooh, oooh)
When you FULFILL MY FANTASY
Because yuh know I give yuh lovin straight like an arrow
When yuh gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME
From yuh look inna mi eye gal I see seh yuh want me
When you gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME
Because yuh body enticin yuh makin mi horny
When yuh gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME
Well if a no today girl then a must be tomorrow (Oooh, oooh, oooh)
When you FULFILL MY FANTASY
Because yuh know I give yuh lovin straight like an arrow
When yuh gonna GIVE IT UP TO ME

[Outro: Keyshia Cole] (Sean Paul)
Oh ah oh (Yeah yeah, yo yo)
Oh ah oh (Sean-A-Paul and yuh know we a nuh go yo)
Oh ah oh, oooh oh ah oh (Di S.P. and we deh yah pon di go yo)
Oooh oooh oooh (Sean Paul, Keyshia Cole and Don Corleon, a next chapter
Oh ah oh (Yah mon fah all my girls yuh know)
Oooh oh ah oh (Keep it keep it keep it keep it sexy)
Oh ah oh (Boom, boom, boom boom)
Oh ah oh (Boom, boom, boom boom)
Oh ah oh (Boom, boom, boom boom)
Oooh oh ah oh (Ba ba boom, boom, boom boom)
Oh ah oh (Boom, boom, boom boom)
Oh ah oh (Boom, boom, boom boom)
Oh ah oh (Boom, boom, boom boom)
Oooh oh ah oh (Ba ba boom, boom, boom boom)

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July 02, 2006

High Altitude - Bounty Killer, Vybz Kartel, Baby G

BountyKiller&VybesKartel.jpgIntro: Bounty Killer & (Vybz Kartel)

High altitude, smokin proud, sittin on a cloud
(Corleone, Baby G an Kartel, higher dan before)
(Knock knock knockin on heavens door)
Thats right, Babylon nah nuh coke out if dem get one a this
(Hey, mi nuh know bout yuh) Lawd a mercy
(But mi know bout mi)

Chorus-Baby G:
When I smoke, I get so high (High Altitude)
It makes mi feel like I wanna fly {Christly}
Can yuh look and see the red in my eyes
In my eyes, my eyes

[Verse 1-Vybz Kartel & (Bounty Killer)]:

Hey, weh di weed (Mek mi billy)
Spliff tea (Mi a killy)
Inna blunt (Mi a filly)
Inna roll (Dis philly)
Mi have blain (Inna mi pocket)
Rizzla (Inna mi jacket)
Spliff big like a rocket inna mission NASA bracket
(Lighta nuh tack it weh mi push inna di racket)
Im higher dan di attic a nuh shot like a matic
(Police mi nah drop it inna rubbish inna trash it a foot a time mash it world war is a tappy)
A nuh Dada a nuh Wayne a nuh Richie a nuh Prophet
(But a same so mi love chronic dont stop draffy)
Big man weh mi stoppin (Di weed muss happy)
(Tek money cop it champagne me a pop it)
Don have internet mek mi lock tappy
(Flight inna plane Portmore mi a drop in)
Bling Dawg have a straight mi gi fi draw stocky inna sheet mi a tacky God alone cyan stop mi
(Smoke out)
Yuh see mi

Chorus-Baby G:
When I smoke, I get so high (High Altitude)
It makes mi feel like I wanna fly {Christly}
Can yuh look an see the red in my eyes
In my eyes, my eyes

[Verse 2-Vybz Kartel & (Bounty Killer)]

Hey, weed inna rizzla an inna philly blunts
Mek mi head happy an a do di Willie Bounce
Wonda if mi fi cool fi couple months
(Yuh modda yuh nuh have lock jaw inna yuh mouts)
(My spliff taller than big lady guns)
My spliff bigga than one dozen kette drums
(A regula mi bounce to di bank fi di funds fi go buy can draffy mek she love fi mi lungs)
Mi nah guh tek nuh drugs, I seh pounds
Mi weed haffi bad like inna city slums
(Di center have Christine Im speakin in tongues)
An a seh wi a go fall like Jerri Cucker loans
(Neva style weed man as idlers an bum)
Bout wi fi kill man fi all weed growers
(Bad to wi shot dem one million mega hones when dem see di unity weed man amongst, cross)
miser reval

Chorus-Baby G:

When I smoke, I get so high (High Altitude)
It makes mi feel like I wanna fly {Christly}
Can yuh look an see the red in my eyes
In my eyes, my eyes

[Interlude-Bounty Killer & (Vybz Kartel)]

Yo, yuh know its Don Corleone, 5 Star General, Baby G
Di Vybz to di Kartel, High Altitude
(Mi nuh know bout yuh, but mi know bout mi)

Chorus-Baby G:

When I smoke, I get so high (High Altitude)
It makes mi feel like I wanna fly {Christly}
Can yuh look and see the red in my eyes
In my eyes, my eyes

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Rihanna Unfaithful - Lyric - SOS

ss_riahana_VideoClip-SexyGirlsXXXNude.jpgUnfaithful by Rihanna
[Intro:]
Story of my life
Searching for the right
But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul
Cause it seems that wrong
Really loves my company

[Verse 1:]
He's more than a man
And this is more than love
The reason that the sky is blue
The clouds are rollin' in
Because I'm goin' again
To him I just can't be true

[Bridge:]
And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I'm happy with some other guy
I can see him dyin'

[Chorus:]
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be.... a murderer

[Verse 2:]
I feel it in the air
As I'm doin my hair
Preparing for another date
A kiss upon my cheek
As he reluctantly
Asks if I'm gonna be out late
I say I won't be long
Just hangin' with the girls
A lie I didn't have to tell
Because we both know
Where I'm about to go
And we know it very well


[Bridge:]
Cause I know that he knows im unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I'm happy with some other guy
I can see him dyin'

[Chorus:]
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
Everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be.... a murderer

Our love... his trust
I might as well take a gun
And put it to his head
Get it over with
I don't wanna do this... anymore

Oooohhh... anymore

[Chorus:]
I don't wanna do this anymore
I don't wanna be the reason why
And everytime I walk out the door
I see him die a little more inside
And I don't wanna hurt him anymore
I don't wanna take away his life
I don't wanna be.... a murderer

Oooohhh

...a murderer
No no no
Yeah yeah

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May 29, 2006

'Gash Dem & Light Dem' Lyrics - Chuck Fendah

Photo By: Benjamin Poljak

chuck fender-GashDem.jpgintro;
ooh oh LORD
a di living fiyah once more enuh
they really don't know
cyaah cool enuh cyaah watah dung enuh
naah compromise nuh time enuh

verse:1
a big man like you
rape off a 6 yr old baby
a big man like you
pop off yuh gun and put nine pon a likkle ole lady
a big man like you
bunn dung a school and a talk bout yuh mad sick and crazy
but when GOD hol yuh
nuh if nor nuh but nuh badda tell almighty bout maybe

chorus:
gash dem and light dem
for all the negative vibes weh dem a bring
gash dem and light dem
mi come fi mash up and wreck up dem senseless killing
gash dem and light dem
bwoie affi reverse wid dem bag a gun ting
gash dem and light dem
stand guard and come out a di wages of sin

verse:2
yuh love yuh life si dung and pawk it
and stop carry watah inna baaskit
suh mi affi draw fi all di MOSES law
eye fi a eye a dat nuff a onuh waah
onuh a push it till blood stawt draw
all di wrongs bwoie yuh have to pay fah

chorus:
gash dem and light dem
for all the negative vibes weh dem a bring
gash dem and light dem
mi come fi mash up and wreck up dem senseless killing
gash dem and light dem
bwoie affi reverse wid dem bag a gun ting
gash dem and light dem
stand guard and come out a di wages of sin

verse:3
dunce bat yuh nuh si seh yuh nuh smawt
come a tell mi seh yuh don't have nuh hawt
a long time wi a preach and a talk
and a tell yuh gi di politics a walk
but yuh a tell mi yuh nuh fraid fi pop it off
caah yuh love hear di big dog a bawk

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May 18, 2006

Mavado - 'Weh Dem Do' Lyrics

mavadohidehimface.jpgintro:
gangsta fa life
real bakkle is on
anyway gangsta fa life
anyway

chorus:2x
weh dem a do weh dem a try
marrow wi fly into di sky
gun mi nuh barrow mi money buy
a bwoie wi die
(marrow wi fly)

verse:1
anyway mi nuh tek talk sen bwoie body to di grave pawk
dem bwoie deh nuh have nuh brave hawt
dem and dem girl have di same hawt
dem a cry like a bitch wen di war stawt
dem a run like a witch wen wi get wrawt
man guh murda dem bloodclawt
gangsta fi life wi nuh tek talk

chorus:2x
weh dem a do weh dem a try
marrow wi fly into di sky
gun mi nuh barrow mi money buy
a bwoie wi die
(marrow wi fly)

verse:2
warlawd bakkle stawt yuh nuh si weh dem gone again
gangsta fi life wi cyaah calm again
yeah bring dem arm again
7 8 9 10 get corn again
weh dem a guh do now di tugs dem cawna dem
yah man a perform again
di girls dem love how mi gwaan again
fiyah fi a man weh nyam unda dem

chorus:2x

outro:

let dem know dat yeah
yuh know wi naah talk again
coppa will balk again
yuh know weh mi a seh delly

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April 20, 2006

Lyrics - "Dutty Wine My Girl" - Tony Matterhorn

Matterhorn2.jpg(Intro)
Attitude Gal
One of dem, two of dem
See the crew of dem, I will wine dem
Could a three a dem, could a four a dem
Even more of dem, I will grind dem
See the whole of dem, see di whole a dem....friends (whole a dem friends)
Pack up mi gyal....dutty wine...eehh
So what dem a say
Alright now

(Verse 1)
Me step inna di club, a dance rub a dub
An di gyal a come wine up on me
Mi stan so tall back against the wall
And now she start climb up pon me
Its kind a likkle trickie,I'm checking out Nikki
When you know say time is up on me
The way di gyal a wine is like the breeze a blow
But it hot and the sun shine on me

(Chorus)
Di dutty wine, my girl, dutty wine (whoa)
Di dutty wine, my girl, dutty wine (ray)
Di dutty wine, my girl, dutty wine (lawd)
Dutty wine, my girl, mix it up now
Di dutty wuk, my girl, dutty wuk (ray)
Di dutty wuk, my girl, dutty wuk (lawd)
Di dutty wuk, my girl, dutty wuk (whoa)
Watch di gyal dem a do di dutty wuk (Aye)

(Verse 2)
Bend your back and lift your head up
Turn side way, lift your leg up
Bend your face and twist it up
And turn true side like you know you fed up (Whoa)
Turn roun like you know rose duck
Spin aroun cause you know how fi wuk
Lift it up back, then you breast it up
Back it up, cock it up, my girl dutty wuk

(Chorus)
So, do di dutty wuk, do di dutty wuk
Watch all di gal deh a do di dutty wuk (Attitude)
Di dutty wuk, do di dutty wuk
Attitude gal a do di dutty wuk

(Verse 3)
So f**kin inna wata, f**kin inna sea
F**kin inna bushes, and f**kin inna tree
If you f**k pon di bed your not f**king big
F**k pon di floor, f**k pon di t.v.
F**k pon di dresser, and bruk up figurine
F**k pon di fan, no gyal no finga me
When mi see di hot gyal dem dat a trigga me
F**k any where, let f**k be free

So, could a one a dem, could a two a dem
Send the crew of dem, I will grind dem
Could a three a dem, and if a four of dem
Send more a dem, I will wine dem
Any way dem deh, any way dem deh
Any way dem deh, Mota will find dem
Just to wine up pon di gyal yah
Look at di gyal dem a wine
Sit down pon it now

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April 11, 2006

'King Fish A Come' Lyrics - Aidonia

Idonia-CarlingtonWilmotPhotos_yardflex.jpgIntro:
(Yow who dat)
(icon a buck d)
(Star kingfish coroll di place)
(jah kno star)
(a wah really a gwan)
(fuss it was adams now a kingfish)
(a wah really a gwan)

Verse 1:
At first a di one missa adams him
him gwan wid a bagga tings
yutes him bothering
a pay hire door pon mat like aladin
shoot the juvenile seh a gun dat he had on him
and let me tell u another ting
memba any man kill anyone at all god a sin
some a dem gone a judgement yaad fi sizzla
bout dem gone wid thirteen a dada ting
but now its mr mark shields
mek crime a spin roun like donkey kart wheels
say him warn these thugs
weh a bark steels
thug jump fence rub off the clark heels
boom shelock got brooke valley
nuff guns roun a duhaney park fields
find out people start dial out 1 800 kingfish
people start squeal

Chorus
Informer mek kingfish a come
sell drugs fi u wealth
then kingfish a come
strap gun to u belt
then kingfish a come
watch how u chat pon u phone else
(yow di ting dem reach)
(all right all right)
kingfish a come
git up git up git up
kingfish a come
kingfish a come x 4

Verse 2
Some tugz seh dem nuh soft like ???? play
you know wid kingfish u nuh fi play
dem say u deh a ballfield an man diss u
an u walk way go fi k
later wen bus i spray shot fly bruk chalice
pon ground kutchie lay
dem say dem muss ketch u inna thuty day
wait till a night before it touch the day
you haffi run way like wen a puppy stray
she stay like how the bride of chucky stay
she come from grants pen she name anna kay
she a lock a 16 fi u and a k
like carpenter u run fi hammer
extortion utes dem a pay
dats y u can buy beer champagne inna club
u nuh bleacher but shirt damn stain inna blood

Chorus
Informer mek kingfish a come
sell drugs fi u wealth
then kingfish a come
strap gun to u belt
then kingfish a come
watch how u chat pon u phone else
(yow di ting dem reach)
(all right all right)
kingfish a come
git up git up git up
kingfish a come
kingfish a come x 4

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March 27, 2006

Bad Man Foward Badman Pull Up - Ding Dong -Lyrics

YOU KNOW HOW LONG DI REAL BOD MON WHAN DANCE AND CYAN DANCE - HOW COME?
YEA AH DING DONG ALWAYS SEH EVERTING AH WORK NUTTIN NUH PLUG OUT AND WE SAY DANCASS

DingDong-YardFlex.jpgall out, ravas clavas, everting ah work nuttin nuh plug out Johny Brav, Ova War yah hear me, king man everting alright, yeo flava flav, chicken and beer everting alright hear dis, Sadik G-unit, we say a bad mon time fi dance ah bod mon foward bad mon pull up, who nuh like it, dont pull up so we sing seh

Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
bod mon foward bod mon pull up
bod mon foward bod mon pull up
bod mon pull up bod mon pull up
bod mon foward bod mon pull up
bod mon foward bod mon pull up
bod mon foward bod mon pull up
bod mon pull up, bod mon pull up

Watch Ding Dong Ah do di, bod mon pull up
Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
ramp and pop off wit di bod mon pull up
Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
all duf from nanniville ah do di bod mon pull up
all duf from nanniville ah do di bod mon pull up
you ting it scratch, no it nuh scratch up
Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
Pressi and di click ah do di bod mon pull up
Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
watch jungle and di crew ah do di bod mon pull up
Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
Bod mon Bod mon (pull up)
Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
Bod mon pull up bod mon pull up

di whole ah brooklyn ah do di bod mon pull up
new york crew ah do di bod mon pull up
new jersey di crew ah do di bod mon pull up
bod mon pull up bod mon pull up
canadian crew ah do di bod mon pull up
toronto crew ah do di bod mon pull up
Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
bod mon pull up bod mon pull up
ravas clavas ah do di bod mon pull up
Johna Bravo ah do di bod mon pull up
chicken and beer wit di bod mon pull up
ova mars crank how di bod mon pull up
Yummy bread dough wit di bod mon pull up
Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
Watch DJ wipe and a bod mon pull up
Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
actress ah dance wit di bod mon pull up
Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
ravas clavas ah do di bod mon pull up
Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
mon infront of mon we call dat one stand up
Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
A woman wit belly wah we call dat, full up

Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
Bod mon foward bod mon pull up
bod mon pull up, bod mon pull up

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March 21, 2006

'I Need Your Name & Number' Lyrics - Turbulence

TurbulenceYardFlexCarlingtonWilmot.jpgUnexpected turbulence
emperes i'd like to get to know you
believe me i have so meny thing to show you
right now i just want to grow you
let me tell you this

It was love at first sight
when I saw you first night
And I knew from that moment
that your thoughts and deeds was golden
Goosebumps came all over me
when I looked into your eyes
You were so happy and free
I had to walk over and say

I need your name and number and where you reside
I need you by my side
Need your name and number and where you reside
lets take a ride

I need your name and number and where you reside
your beauty i just can't divide
I need your name and number and where you reside

my name is turbulence and rasafaria way me choose it
occupatance is singing and making music
my hobbys are reading and playin football
but most of all would like to have you when the rain ah fall
and give you sweet love when nature call
the rasta never bow yo we standin tall
lets procreate baby do not stall fa ya figure me say nuff man a ball

thats why I need your name and number where you reside
I need you by my side
I Need your name and number and where you reside
my feeling cant hide
I need your name and number and where you reside
I need you by my side
I Need your name and number and where you reside

You will be be my first priority thats a fact
yo thats a gurante
In your arms is where i wanna be
girl you'r pirfect for me.... ahh yeah...
Please be my ladie... ahh yeah....
you try to make me crazy.... crazy for you.... only you...
you turn my gray skys blue

I need your name and number where you reside
I need you by my by my by my
I need your name and number and where you reside
your beauty i just cant avoide
I need your name and number and where you reside...
I look into your eyes your full with with pride, fill with pride yeah....
I need... i need... yeah.....

It was love at first sight
when I saw her first night
And I knew from that moment
her thoughts and deeds was golden
Goosebump came all over me
because i looked into eyes ane you will be a aggree
ooh in your arms is where i wanna be yeah...

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March 03, 2006

'Gangsta Rock' Lyrics - Elephant Man

Elephant-photoByCarlingtonWilmot.jpgintroGangstas da one yah name badman forwud and badman pull up sell off.

Verse 1
Semantically rock/
them want I dance fi stop/
wi nah guh pay them nuh mind because dah dance just a rock/
wi them want fi drop/
after wi nuh hear nuh shot/
wi nah guh pay them nuh mind because some bockle just a rock./

Chorus
Everybody fi a duh gangsta rock now
Lean back now den yuh duh gangsta rock now
Yuh haffi catch it some how duh gangsta rock now
Put dung yuh glock now duh gangsta rock now
Everybody fi a duh gangsta rock now
Roll a spliff now duh gangsta rock now
Ask wen it kip now duh gangsta rock now
Everybody move yuh body mek mi si yuh rock now

Verse 2
Gangstas find a dance bigga dan di trilla/
Tru mi check sey rock away de ill (yuh mad) dis a one yah illa/
Dis a one yuh still a lock dung Mandeville to tella villa/
Tella villa still show dem how fi rock a dung a gulla/
Up ina di club V.I.P - sipping tequila/
Naw nuh reason fi guh carry it a nuh party/
Leff it unda yuh pilla/
But mi stilla wole sherilla put ar pan di trilla/
Mek she cha cha cha cha cha pan de nite mi a catch a pilla

Chorus
Everybody fi a duh gangsta rock now
Lean back now den yuh duh gangsta rock now
Yuh haffi catch it some how duh gangsta rock now
Put dung yuh glock now duh gangsta rock now
Everybody fi a duh gangsta rock now
Roll a spliff now duh gangsta rock now
Ask wen it kip now duh gangsta rock now
Everybody move yuh body mek mi si yuh rock now

Vesre 3
Who sey gangsta cyant dance/ yuh mussi feely
Yuh want fi si dem a duh di gangsta rock a bus di willy/
(?)
And di willy mek wi party inna magarita villi/
How da gangsta gal dey ina shorts/
Some ina mini
A duh I gangsta wine a wacky dip ina bikini/
Di a tle ya yuh simmi duh di gangsta ine fimmi nuh kimmy/
Now yuh fimmi mek a bag a man come unda giggi giggy/ duh I dance

Chorus
Everybody fi a duh gangsta rock now
Lean back now den yuh duh gangsta rock now
Yuh haffi catch it some how duh gangsta rock now
Put dung yuh glock now duh gangsta rock now
Everybody fi a duh gangsta rock now
Roll a spliff now duh gangsta rock now
Ask wen it kip now duh gangsta rock now
Everybody move yuh body mek mi si yuh rock now

Outro
Gangstas all ova di world gi dem di rock now gangsta rock now
badman forwud and badman pull up come on
Gi dem di rock evry rock now badman forwud and badman pull up
Gangsta rock takin ova wen yuh dey ina di club yuh just gi dem di gangsta rock now sell as

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February 22, 2006

Pon De Replay (remix) - Rhianna feat Elephant Man

elephant&Rihanna-yardflex.jpgIntro & Verse 1: Elephant Man
Woo! Di club is gettin warma, guess who is back up in yuh corna
Love to see di girls dem whinnin up wid dem Dolce and dem Gabbana
This is Elephant Man and Rihanna
Can I hear yuh seh tun it up! Mr. DJ Mr. DJ Mr. DJ Mr. DJ!!!
Tun it up! Mr. DJ Mr. DJ Mr. DJ Mr. DJ!!!
Can I hear everybody say (Tun it up!!!)
When yuh hear this tune a play (Tun it up!!!)
Tun it up Mr. DJ (Tun it up!!!)
This is Elephant Man and Rihanna, come on!!!

Verse 2: Rihanna
It goes one by one even two by two
Everybody on the floor let me show you how we do
Let's go dip it low then you bring it up slow
Wine it up one time wine it back once more
Come run, run, run, run, everybody move run
Let me see you move and rock it till the groove done
Shake it till the moon becomes the sun (SUN!)
Everybody in the club give me a run (RUN!)
If you ready to move say it (Yeah!)
One time for your mind say it (Yeah Yeah!)
Well I'm ready for ya come let me show ya
You want to groove I'm a show you how to move, come come

Chorus: Rihanna
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
All de gal pon de dancefloor wantin some more
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
All de gal pon de dancefloor wantin some more
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up

Bridge: Elephant Man
Tun it up some more!!!!
Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!!
Tun it up some more!!!!
Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!!
Tun it up some more!!!!
Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!!
Tun it up some more!!!!
Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!! Tun it up!!!
(Come on!!!)

verse 3: Rihanna
It goes one by one even two by two
Everybody in the club 'gon be rockin when I'm through
Let the bass from the speakers run through ya sneakers
Move both ya feet and run to the beat
Come run, run, run, run , everybody move run
Let me see you move and rock it till the groove done
Shake it till the moon becomes the sun (SUN!)
Everybody in the club give me a run (RUN!)
If you ready to move say it (Yeah!)
One time for your mind say it (Yeah Yeah!)
Well I'm ready for ya come let me show ya
You want to groove I'm a show you how to move

Chorus: Rihanna
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
All de gal pon de dancefloor wantin some more
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
All de gal pon de dancefloor wantin some more
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up

Verse 4: Elephant Man
Come on!!! Can I hear everybody say (Tun it up!!!)
When yuh hear this tune a play (Tun it up!!!)
Tun it up Mr. DJ (Tun it up!!!)
Tun it up tun it up till yuh bun it up, well!
Come on! Well, if yuh caan tek di pressa
Girls whinnin up and gettin wetta
When yuh seh fi tun it up we tun it up tun it up fi di betta
Dem haffi tek we out pon stretcha, come on

Bridge: Rihanna
Ok, everybody get down if you hear me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you hear me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you hear me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you hear me
Come and put your hands up to the ceiling

Chorus: Rihanna
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
All de gal pon de dancefloor wantin some more
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
All de gal pon de dancefloor wantin some more
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up

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February 15, 2006

Lyrics - Baby Cham - 'Ghetto Story'

babycham.jpg[Intro]
This a survival story, True ghetto story
This is my story, Real ghetto story
Hey

[Verse 1]
I remember those days when Hell was my home
When Me and Mama bed was a big piece a foam
An mi never like bathe and my hair never comb
When Mama gone a work me go street go roam
I remember when Danny dem tek me snow cone
An mek him likkle bredda dem kick up Jerome
I remember when we visit dem wid pure big stone
An the boy Danny pop out something weh full chrome
I remember when we run, Fatta get him knee blown
An mi best friend Richie get, two inna him dome
I remember so the avenue tun inna warzone
An ,Mickey madda fly him out, cau she get a loan
But, Mickey go to foreign and go tun Al Capone
Mek whole heap a money and sen in our own
Now a we a lock the city and, that is well known
Yesterday Mickey call me pan mi phone
Mi say Mickey.....

[Chorus]
Wi get di ting dem
Dem outta luck now
Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now
Wi have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now
Rah...Rah..Rah...Rah
Wi get di ting dem, So dem haffi rate wi
Cau we a tek it to them wicked of lately
And now the whole community a live greatly
Rah...Rah..Rah...Rah

[Verse 2]
I remember bout '80, Jamaica explode
When a Trinity and Tony Hewitt dem a run road
That a long before Laing dem and even Bigga Ford
When Adams dem a Corporal nuh know the road code
I remember when we rob the chiney shop down the road
An rumour have it sey the chiney man have a sword
But we did have a one pop wey make outta board
So you know the next day mama pot Overlooaad
I remember when we skip the poll clerks
An dump the ballot box pan Tivoli outskirts
An hold a plane ticket and go chill over Turks
When me come back a still inna the hole me a lurk
I remember those days when informer dirks...
Get one inna him face and me nuh get nuh perks
And the bigger heads dem are a couple of jerks
Cause a dem a mek di money, when a wi mash di works

[Chorus]
Wi get di ting dem
Dem outta luck now
Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now
Wi have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now
Rah...Rah..Rah...Rah
Wi get di ting dem, So dem haffi rate wi
Cau we a tek it to them wicked of lately
And now the whole community a live greatly
Rah...Rah..Rah...Rah

[Verse 3]
Jamaica get screw, tru greed an glutton
Politics manipulate and press yutes button
But we rich now ,so dem caan tell man notin
Cuz a we a mek Mama a nyaam Fish an Mutton..Ehhhh
Ova dehso mek mi tell unnu some'in...
Tru mi dey a foreign now a guy kill me cousin
An mi here sey TD deh dey but him sey he wasnt
Anytime mi fly down him a get bout dozen....Cause......

[Chorus]
Wi get di ting dem
Dem outta luck now
Mi squeeze seven and the whole a dem a duck now
Wi have whole heap a extra clip cau we nuh bruk now
Rah...Rah..Rah...Rah
Wi get di ting dem, So dem haffi rate wi
Cau we a tek it to them wicked of lately
And now the whole community a live greatly
Rah...Rah..Rah...Rah

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February 14, 2006

Lyrics - Beenie Man's - 'Hump Inna Yuh'

Beenieman-CarlingtonWilmot_yardflex.jpgIntro:
Zagga! Shocking Vibes! Tony Kelly!
Yo! Is it ironic, this gal a wine like a bionic
Mi mack it mi cock it I sink it like a titanic
Dump pon it, badman deh yah mi a chop it
Baby yuh know seh mi have it, hey

Chorus:
One man alone a push a hump inna yuh (Hum Hum)
Nuh bag a man nah jump inna yuh (Hum Hum)
Grindacologist nuh find a lump inna yuh (Hum Hum)
Nuh man neva bruk off nuh stump inna yuh (Hum Hum)
Or Trump Tower Donald him a reel fi yuh (Hum Hum)
And surgeons dem all a cling fi yuh (Hum Hum)
Man all a tek poison pill fi yuh (Hum Hum)
Congress a pass a bill fi yuh (Hum Hum)

Verse 1:
Hey! Gal tell mi yuh fantasies
Mek mi rub dung yuh ass and round titties
If yuh good pon yuh neck mi leff two hickies
Wrong bang fi yuh friend but for yuh dickies
Mek mi enroll yuh inna mi sex college
Graduate to Professor gal gimme knowledge
Dung a Nevil pon di beach inna mi small cottage
Mek mi use my bulldozer and block yuh passage
A just yuh and di I mi nuh need baggage
Man a text yuh pon phone and leave sex message
Dem nuh waan piece a yuh dem waan di whole package
She just blow dem away like jail pictures, hey

Chorus:
One man alone a push a hump inna yuh (Hum Hum)
Nuh bag a man nah jump inna yuh (Hum Hum)
Grindacologist nuh find a lump inna yuh (Hum Hum)
Nuh man neva bruk off nuh stump inna yuh (Hum Hum)
Or Trump Tower Donald him a reel fi yuh (Hum Hum)
And surgeons dem all a cling fi yuh (Hum Hum)
Man all a tek poison pill fi yuh (Hum Hum)
Congress a pass a bill fi yuh (Hum Hum)

Verse 2:
Yuh stock set heavy set tight titty Simone
Seh she really come ova cause I'm home alone
Mi a ital jockey mi nuh use nuh stone
Mix up mi baba roots wid mi tiger bone
She startplay sweet song pon mi saxaphone
See har man sum'n dead she wear black and a moan
And she caan memba when di last time she grown
From she meet mi she buck up inna dangazone
Now she all ova mi like she name cologne
Waan mi dunk inna har like a Karl Malone
She seh di blacka di berry mi a di sweeta di cone
Mi a di king yuh a di queen so siddung pon yuh throne

Chorus:
One man alone a push a hump inna yuh (Hum Hum)
Nuh bag a man nah jump inna yuh (Hum Hum)
Grindacologist nuh find a lump inna yuh (Hum Hum)
Nuh man neva bruk off nuh stump inna yuh (Hum Hum)
Or Trump Tower Donald him a reel fi yuh (Hum Hum)
And surgeons dem all a cling fi yuh (Hum Hum)
Man all a tek poison pill fi yuh (Hum Hum)
Congress a pass a bill fi yuh (Hum Hum)

Verse 3:
Yuh waan leave hold on baby let mi talk to you
How yuh fi leave and a yuh have up di Krazy Glue
Heart a beat knees weak like she gone fi two
Mi boo, pon yuh hand mi have yuh name tatoos
Who a go give mi chicken soup when mi catch di flew
Who a go give mi sweet lovin when mi drinkin mi brew
Gal a yuh alone mi waan mi nuh need nuh crew
And how much more tings mi haffi prove to yuh
She a leave use di key lock di door now blue
She a see mi buss har up or Susie Q
She's a dancer I'm an artist dat's what we do
And I neva eva plannin on usin you

Chorus:
One man alone a push a hump inna yuh (Hum Hum)
Nuh bag a man nah jump inna yuh (Hum Hum)
Grindacologist nuh find a lump inna yuh (Hum Hum)
Nuh man neva bruk off nuh stump inna yuh (Hum Hum)
Or Trump Tower Donald him a reel fi yuh (Hum Hum)
And surgeons dem all a cling fi yuh (Hum Hum)
Man all a tek poison pill fi yuh (Hum Hum)
Congress a pass a bill fi yuh (Hum Hum)

Repeat Chorus

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January 17, 2006

Soul Survivor Remix -Lyrics

soulremix.jpgIntro:
Yea, yea testing 1 2 3 it's Akon the illegal alien yea, Sizzla Kolongi coming to you live, Shabba India, Si mi yah seh yuh knoe its Kartel Obsession FX Gun Session teks Run session duppy wi mek aye!

Verse 1[Vybz Kartel]:
Budibye Budibye Budibye Budibye Pernimi meny meny meny ment If yuh dis bad man yuh skin burn imi neny neny men mi gun dem long lke di gully name fen imi nemy nemy nem Lugar Germany meny meny men mi use and murder many many men any bwoy weh borrow gun haffi return emi nemy nemy nem mi eagle a di early bird you a di worm eni meny meny men run 8 mile and turn Eminem but don't return eni meny meny men because the way mi hand straight yuh think it perm eny meny meny ment Ay! dem bwoy deh nahve nuh gun dem bwoy deh nahve buh rifle dem collapse like twin tower but I am the Aifle Dem likkle life will stifle ca dem wa fi tek mi title so dem ago a dead even if u run up inna di bible yuh roll wit Jesus Christ? Mi have 24 disciple tek lugar ruger brico baretta calico smit an wesson metal an kotch ingram 14 m16 plus mi larson run go inna di church mek mi shoot u and fi Parson

Chorus[Akon]: Cause If you looking for me you can find me on tha block disobeying the law real g thoroughbread from the streets pants saggin' wit my gun in my draws just a keep on movin now just a keep on movin now, just a keep on movin now ,just a keep on movin now just a keep on movin now

Verse 2[Shabba]:

Shabba, him deh yah, shot a fire fire pon (gunshot) shot a fire fire pon (gunshot) shot a fire fire pon informer so shotta kill (gunshot) which deh in yuh shot a fire fire pon (gunshot) shot a fire fire pon (gunshot) shot a fire fire pon informer so shotta (gun reloaded)dead in yuh yuh nuh hear put di forty five under di bladda squeeze di trigga yuh hear it go ratta tatta tatta a trail of blood on bladda a pack of (gunshot) swalla fire fire pon (gunshot) fire fire pon (gunshot) shot a fire fire pon informer shot a fire di whole a dem dead

Chrous

Verse 3[Sizzla]:

Sizzla Kolongi comin to you Dont you fret for meee mi gunz go and get for meeee don't yoou fret for me gunz do end up at yuh knees yo you a hear mi? you don't you fret for meeee mi gunz go and get for mee don;t you fret for meee gunz do end up and yuh knees ha ha ha yo u a hear me yo you mi muh like no (gunshot)and dem hungry like ooh ooh yes dem ago fall dem comig and gunshot tek dem like ???? my gunz oh yes i'll only show yuh dat and yes i'm gonnna kill yuh rob you give you all yuh got oh i know your not send dem to ... yes send dem to..

Chrous

Budibye Budibye Budibye Budibye Pernimi meny meny meny ment,shot a fire fire pon, Dont you fret for meee mi gunz go and get for meeee, Budibye Budibye Budibye Budibye Pernimi meny meny meny ment,shot a fire fire pon, Dont you fret for meee mi gunz go and get for meeee
Budibye Budibye Budibye Budibye Pernimi meny meny meny ment,shot a fire fire pon, Dont you fret for meee mi gunz go and get for meeee, Budibye Budibye Budibye Budibye Pernimi meny meny meny ment,shot a fire fire pon, Dont you fret for meee mi gunz go and get for meeee

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January 12, 2006

Lyrics - 'Serious Times' By Reggae Artiste Gyptian

Gyptian-CarlingtonWilmotPhoto_yardflex.jpgChorus:
So I say
These are some serious times
All I can see around us is just violence and crime
Full time for us to centralize, socialize and realize
To let the sun shine throughout everyday
Let the moon shine through the peaceful night
This Seven time rise, seven times fall
But I don't really believe in those falling things at all
Cauz life continues as it goes
If you really want to know the truth
The truth is in being told

(Repeat) Chorus

Some time I think it's peace and safety
It could be yah for sudden destruction
Seh yeh wake up dis morning, ya gotta give tunkz
Yeh don't know if you're gonna live to see tomorrow
Life is much more precious than gold
Yea yea, and if the truth hasn't been told

So I say that these are some serious times
All I can see around us is just violence and crime
Full time for us to centralise, socialise and realise

See all the corner, watch how you a hang out pon the corner
A straight-time pharmacy agwann pon di corna
On di corna, the yutes dem really nah hold no water
A stray them go stray and left the border
Cauz a domino them say them gone, now they can play
And a car come in and shots start to spray
Only innocent life can get taken away

Repeat Chorus

Some time I think it's peace and safety
It could be yah for sudden destruction
Seh yeh wake up dis morning, yeh gotta give thanks
Yeh don't know if you're gonna live to see tomorrow
Life is much more precious than gold
Yea yea, and if the truth hasn't been told

Chorus

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January 11, 2006

Lyrics - 'Step Out' By Busy Signal

busysignal-yardflex.jpg[Intro]
Busy
Basically I'm saying (weh yah seh)
Your lyrically inclined to busy signal
Hey (hey) hey (hey)
Testing 1, 3, mi nah test 2
Wat about you
Testing (testing) testing (testing) test..
It's going

[Verse 1]
Afta mi step out, inna mi black
Have glock, unda mi throwback
Shot holla pon spot
Badman nuh tek back chat
An, nuff gal a get fuck
A nuh if nor but nor maybe
Gi gal cocky, nine months she get baby
Mi nuh lazy
Alright den

[Hook]
Wuk gal
Buss guns
Smoke weed
Have fun (wah mi do)
Wuk gal
Buss guns
Smoke weed
Count G's

[Verse 2]
Mi a nuh, done bad
Nuh Spongebob
Bwoy dis, end up inna body bag
Toe tag
Escape pon bicycle
Mi don't drive jag
50 get nine shot
3-star gi nine stab
DNA test inna di science lab
Bwoy disrespect
Mi get mi guns fi do a fine job
Tell dem (wah mi do)

Wuk gal
Buss guns
Smoke weed
Have fun (wah mi do)
Wuk gal
Buss guns
Smoke weed
Count G's


Afta mi step out, inna mi black
Have glock, unda mi throwback
Shot holla pon spot
Badman nuh tek back chat
An, nuff gal a get fuck
A nuh if nor but nor maybe
Gi gal cocky, nine months she get baby
Mi nuh lazy
Alright den

Wuk gal
Buss guns
Smoke weed
Have fun (wah mi do)
Wuk gal
Buss guns
Smoke weed
Count G's

[Talking]
Busy
Basically I'm saying
I'm bigging up Bounty Killer (Jagwa, drinking guiness, smoking di chalwa)
Don't you say nothing bad bout di killer
Yow, Ele di dupes (straight)
Mi tell dem straight, yuh know she we a di new recruits
Watch yah nuh, Nado, Bugle, yow Supahype
(Mi tell dem straight inuh watch yah nuh)
Kareem, yard an foreign
Factor, yuh have it lock, like none other
We tell dem straight inuh, watch yah nuh
Yow, Kartel, Sassin, every ting lock in (yuh see it)
Watch yah nuh, Standpipe, Papine, di whole Jamaica
Higher Links, radio personalities, selectors
Straight!

Wuk gal
Buss guns
Smoke weed
Have fun (wah mi do)
Wuk gal
Buss guns
Smoke weed
Count G's

Wah mi do
Wuk gal
Buss guns
Smoke weed
Have fun (wah mi do)
Wuk gal
Buss guns
Smoke weed
Count G's

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January 10, 2006

Lyrics - 'Bun Him' By Macka Diamond & Black-er

Black-er&Macka-yardflex.jpgIntro: Macka Diamond (Black-er)
Mi seh Black-er (Wah gwaan)
Mi have one man yuh see a pure problem him a give inna mi life
And now mi caan tek it nuh more, mi nuh know wah fi do
A pure gal a disrespect mi, pure disrespect ting him a deal wid yuh know
(A weh yuh seh?) Weh mi must do Blacker? (Bun him!)

Verse 1: Macka Diamond
Mi man go out as him like, come in as him like
Chat pon phone, wid gal all night
Inna mi sight, yuh know dat nuh right
A when mi a talk, a mi him waan fight
True mi nah bite, a gal a get bright
Walk pass true I would a get hype
She seh mi man waan a gal fi give har sitten tight
But when him come seh a mi a Mrs. Right

Chorus: Black-er (Macka Diamond)
Macka bun him (Wuy!) tek man pon him tek yuh house and land and run it (Well)
Bun him (Wuy!) tek man pon him tek di car and van and run it (Well)
Bun him (Wuy!) tek man pon him tek yuh house and land and run it (Well)
Bun him (Wuy!) tek man pon him tek di car and van and run it

Verse 2: Macka Diamond (Blacker
Mi tell him seh him dun and him a send threat
(Yo pack up yuh clothes and leff)
Mi fraid then I see di bwoy a watch every move weh mi mek
(Mek a run when di eye dem shut)
Black-er di first man mi see hard fi leff
(Yo, him have so much gal a still a fret)
Him nuh care yuh nuh see di bwoy waan come bruk off mi neck
(Sista dem deh bwoy dat yuh nah pet)

Chorus: Black-er (Macka Diamond)
Macka bun him (Wuy!) tek man pon him tek yuh house and land and run it (Well)
Bun him (Wuy!) tek man pon him tek di car and van and run it (Well)
Bun him (Wuy!) tek man pon him tek yuh house and land and run it (Well)
Bun him (Wuy!) tek man pon him tek di car and van and run it

Verse 3: Macka Diamond (Blacker)
Him have woman here, woman there, woman everywhere
Have gal a call mi pon mi phone and mi yard
And a gwaan like him don't care
Him have woman here, woman there, woman everywhere
Have gal a call mi pon mi phone and mi yard
But no disrespect right here
How mi a go get ova him (Tek a next man)
How mi a stop fret ova him (Tek a next man)
Right now yuh know mi stress ova him (Tek a next man)
Bwoy next problem dat mon (Tek a next man)

Chorus & Outro: Black-er (Macka Diamond)
Macka bun him (Wuy!) tek man pon him tek yuh house and land and run it (Well)
Bun him (Wuy!) tek man pon him tek di car and van and run it (Well)
Bun him (Wuy!) tek man pon him tek yuh house and land and run it (Well)
Bun him (Wuy!) tek man pon him tek di car and van and run it

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December 01, 2005

Soul Survivor Akon Lyrics

akon.jpg[Akon]
Convict
Akon and Young Jeezy
Tryin' to take it easy
Only way to go
And So... (Lets Get It!)

[Chorus - Akon]
If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block
With my thang cocked possibly sittin' on a drop now
Cause I'm a rida (Yeah)
I'm just a Soul Survivor (Yeah)

Cause er'body know the game don't stop
Tryin' to make it to the top for your ass get popped now
If you a rida (Yeah)
Or just a Soul Survivor (Yeah)

[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
(Let's get it) I c
an't sleep--we livin' in Hell (Yeah)
First they, give us the work then they throw us in jail (Ayy)
Road trip ya--I'm trafficing in the white
Please Lord don't let me go to jail tonight (Yeah)
Who Me?? I'm a Soul Survivor
Ask about 'em in the street, the boy Jeezy a rida (Jeezy a rida)
A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks (Ha Ha)
Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ayy)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Young Jeezy]
Another day, another dolla (dolla)-same block, same nigga, same part, same green
I guess we got the same dreams (Ayy)
Or is it the same nightmares (nightmares)
We let the Thugs do it for us--we don't cry tears (That's right)
Real niggaz don't budge
When Mail Man got his time he shot birds at the judge (Yeah)
I'm knee deep in the game
So when it's time to read up, I'm knee deep in the 'caine (Damn)
Real talk, Look, I'm tellin' you mayne (tellin' you mayne)
If you get jammed up don't mention my name
Forgive me Lord--I know I ain't livin' right
Gotta feed the block, niggaz starvin', they got appitites (Ayy)
And this is er'day, it never gets old (Old)
Thought I was a juvenile stuck to the G-Code (Yeah)
This ain't a rap song, nigga this is my life (this is my life)
And if the hood was a battlefield then I'd earn stripes (Yeah)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Young Jeezy]
Gotta watch your every move 'cuz them eyes be on you (eyes be on you)
Gotta drive real cool when them pi's be on you (pi's be on you)
Just because we stack paper and we ball outrageous (ball outrageous)
Them alphabet boards gotta us under survalence (Ayy)
(Lock Downs) They lock us in cages
The same nigga that's a star when you put 'em on stages
I ain't cheat--played the hand I was dealt
Tried to tax the grand pearl when I got it myself
(Let's Get It) No nuts, no glory (no glory)
My biography, you damn right, the true story (Yeah)
Set the city on fire, and I didn't even try (try)
Run these streets all day, I can sleep when I die (Ayy)

[Bridge - Akon]
Cause if you lookin' for me you you can find me
On the block disobeyin' the law
Real G--thoroughbred from the streets
Pants saggin' with my gun in my draws
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now
Just to keep on movin' now

[Chorus x2]

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October 29, 2005

Vybz Kartel Lyrics - Cellular Get Gal Regular

vybzKartel_yardflex.jpgArtiste: Vybz Kartel
Title: Cellular
Rhythm: Hello Moto
Intro:
Up to the time is modern
Technology from the southern to the northern
Run off:
Mi a use my cellular, Get gal regular
Nokia cellular get gal regular
Samsung cellular get gal regular
Hello Moto

Chorus:
How you fi have a gal if you nuh have a phone
She gi you di number yuh nuh have a phone
She woulda call fi di number, yuh nuh have a phone
Hurry up and go home to you comfort zone


(Rpt)

Verse 1
Mi call Kim pon di T-Mobile pumpumpumnnnununununum
Fi get di pumpum-nu-num
Keisha call di Verizon 'Can you hear me now?'
Good bathe and come fi di hood
Hotta dan peppermint
Hyacinth hook up to Sprint
By she quint inna pussy cocky print
Liquid buy a pack a Durex
Kerry send a Digi Text
She coming fi di sex

Chorus:

Verse 2
'Please Call Me' one of the cellular trends
But mi pack Vodaphone fi British gems
Wendy tell you three friends
Call mi MiPhone fi di free fuck pon weekend
No care it Tracy man bringle or
Him divorce and single har
Call mi Cingular fi something tough like burglar bar
Mi Cable mek she Wireless star

Run off:
Chorus:

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October 27, 2005

T.O.K Lyrics "Footprints" - Drop Leaf Riddim

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One set of footprints inna di sand - and yuh a grumble and a screw a seh it shoulda be two - remember one thing mi youth a Father God have the plan - so when you see one set of footprints a God carry you.

[verse 1 (Flexx)]
Hurry up and come back was the last thing she said to her son the day his life was taken she didn't know he would'nt come back he died from the bullet of a gun and now her little boy is gone

[Alex]
She said help me, Lord help me and when she looked up to the sky and she heard a voice reply

[Chorus]
When you cry I cry
I cry along with you
When you smile I smile
I smile along with you
[repeat]

[verse 2 (Flexx)
Another baby left homeless - abandoned when he was two so the street side kids at the shopping mall was the family he knew it's not easy being homeless sometimes you have to do what you what you have to do and he did'nt have a mom or dad to help him get through

[Alex]
He said help me, Lord help me
and then he looked up to the sky and he heard a voice reply

[Chorus]

[verse 3 (Bay-C)]
It was early sunday morning mi get up a watch the news then mi hear seh friday a seaview dem kill a youth den mamma tell mi seh her church sister jacquline just loose her brother over seaview gardens when she tell mi jah jah know it mash mi up naah tell nuh lie but yuh know seh man a thuggist so yuh
naah go see me cry everyday and everynight she still a ask the father why her brother had to die she heard a voice reply

[Chorus]

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October 19, 2005

Jah Cure Lyrics - Love Is

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[Intro]
Yeah ya no, rasta live - Universal sign of love
Love is the answer my friend - And love is the only way
Yeah true love you can find yourself - And call a true identities
Love ya brother love your sister - Love one another the universal sign - I'll take it from here

[Chorus]
Love is, much more to life than just words
Love means, much more than to say you love
Love is, call on me brother
Love is, call on me sister

[Verse 1]
When you love someone, love from the heart
Cause love is the start yeah
Love is the answer for every question
Just ask your self why, why
Love is the key to open the door
When they close in your face
Love shows you the way
When u are lost, lost
And cant find your way

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Love is the only thing we have to share
Don't you forget that I hope you hear
Sending my message to you out there
I hope you get it clear, yeah
Do not mistake my
And mistake every sound
Whenever you see my face
Always a smile
Counteracts a frown

[Chorus]

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October 18, 2005

Foxy Brown - Sizzla - Come Fly With Me - Lyrics

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[Intro]: Foxy Brown
Murder (Murder) na na na murder (murder) na na na
Murder dem, murder dem mi nuh competition I gwaan,
murder dem

[Sizzla] (*Foxy Brown):
Sexiness you need some of mine (Uh huh) come kick it with me shorty
Give me that lovin everytime
Now let me, work it work it hard yeah (*Ah!!!)

[Chorus: Sizzla] (Foxy Brown)
That's fine with me (Uh huh Uh huh) make love to me girl
(Whoa)
Wine up pon it (Uh huh Uh huh) I'm here to rock your world
(Eh Eh!)
That's fine with me (Uh huh Uh huh) make love to me girl
(Yes!)
Wine up pon it (Dutty) I'm here to WOO!!!!!

[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]:
Nana got a new drop top (Uh Huh) come ride with me,
I ain't got a roof I got
Backshots when I ride on top, plus an attitude like 2Pac got
Achoo I spew everytime I come through
With a cannon drum but the na na na taste like rum punch
(Uh!) Make 'em say whoa this shit is like dro
You never seen a dread limbo (No!!!!)
This gal yah wicked (Wicked) come kick it with me shorty (Shorty)
I throw that thang like a boomerang
Uh! Backshots is what they call me (Call me)
Brown Fox about go bats
Sex stronger than Barry Bonds and his pops
Neck game longer than giraffes
Get on top you cum first like a warning shot, BLOCKA BLOCKA!!!!

[Chorus: Sizzla] (Foxy Brown)
That's fine with me (Uh huh Uh huh) make love to me girl
(Whoa)
Wine up pon it (Uh huh Uh huh) I'm here to rock your world
(Eh Eh!)
That's fine with me (Uh huh Uh huh) make love to me girl
(Yes!)
Wine up pon it (Dutty) I'm here toWOO!!!!!

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
Fox got the streets on lock
In the hood they call me Doug E. Fresh
dudes get beat with the box
Stay deep in the seat of the drop
Like lost change of this broad in the game got the media locked
I'm a Bad Girl but I ain't signed to Puff
A true Bad Gal dutty that's what's up
Word to Selassie I Foxy I wine body I
Get freaky freaky freaky freaky like Ladi Di
Poor little rappers, all a dem a mess
Don't even ask, whole a dem a mash up
Word to my boy B.I.
Brooklyn we are back, RAH!!!! RAH!!!! RAH!!!!

[Chorus: Sizzla] (Foxy Brown)
That's fine with me (Uh huh Uh huh) make love to me girl
(Whoa)
Wine up pon it (Uh huh Uh huh) I'm here to rock your world
(Eh Eh!)
That's fine with me (Uh huh Uh huh) make love to me girl
(Yes!)
Wine up pon it (Dutty) I'm here toWOO!!!!!

[Verse 3: Foxy Brown] (*Sizzla)
Everytime I drop my hits the DJ say (PULL UP!!!!)
Whip game is sick everytime I (PULL UP!!!!)
Valentino pumps fit nuh man (PULL UP!!!!)
Pum pum goody yes my body (GOOD OY!!!!)
(*I come get yuh girl yeah I seh dat)
Ice cream treats laid back up in the Maybach
(*Mek yuh bawl and beg I run yuh red hot)
Nana got di shizzot Fox di toppa top (WUY!!!!)

[Chorus: Sizzla] (Foxy Brown)
That's fine with me (Uh huh Uh huh) make love to me girl
(Whoa)
Wine up pon it (Uh huh Uh huh) I'm here to rock your world
(Eh Eh!)
That's fine with me (Uh huh Uh huh) make love to me girl
(Yes!)
Wine up pon it (Dutty) I'm here toWOO!!!!!

[Outro: Foxy Brown]
Yeah, Black Roses baby, Brooklyn, Nana, Sizzla Kalonji

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September 28, 2005

Sean Paul: 'We Be Burning' lyrics - Dancehall

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Intro]
Just gimme di trees and mek we smoke it yo (smoke it yo)
It don't mek we please so don't provoke it yo (voke it yo)
We nuh need nuh speed so we nuh gon coke it yo (coke it yo)
Set we mind at ease we gotta take it slow

So when yuh see di S.P. floatin', don't provoke him
Cau di weed weh we smokin' need fi soakin'
Fastin' fi di medication, and di best hygrade a Jamaican
When we a bun a weed we supportin' and promotin'
Lau di crack and di coke ting yeah we soaking
Herb a di healin' of di nation
Legalize it right now we wanna blaze one

[chorus]
Everyday, we be burnin' not concernin' what nobody wanna say
We be earnin' dollars turning cau we mind deh pon we pay
Some got gold and all dem diamonds all we got is Mary J
Legalize it, time you recognize it

This purple haze it mek mi crazy
Mek mi write new tune yeah dat's what pays me
Cau dat not di only occupation
Goin' to get some I give yuh medication
When a farmer grows it he knows to close it
Economical benefit help fi those who a fi deh yah pon di hard jugglin
Cau di system only keep man struggling
Studyin people a use it don't abuse it
Cau di concentration well reputed
Dat's why herb man dem a di wise one
And it found on di grave of King Solomon
And it good fi di eye sight and di chest sight
And it give yuh nuff inside just gimme di light
And, mek we blaze it we should a neva waste it

[chorus]
Again, we be burnin not concernin what nobody wanna say
We be earnin dollars turning cau we mind deh pon we pay
Some got gold and all dem diamonds all we got is Mary J
Legalize it, time you recognize it

Just gimme di trees and mek we smoke it yo (Smoke it yo!)
It dont mek we please so don't provoke it yo (Voke it yo!)
We nuh need nuh speed so we nuh gon coke it yo (Coke it yo!)
Set we mind at ease we gotta take it slow

So when yuh see di S.P. floatin don't provoke him
Cau di weed weh we smokin need fi soakin
Fastin fi di medication, and di best hygrade a Jamaican
Cau we know it as a great ting no debatin
While dem incarceratin true dem hatin
Cau dem don't wanna see we a remain calm
Even though dem condemn (?)

[chorus]
Everyday, we be burnin not concernin what nobody wanna say
We be earnin dollars turning cau we mind deh pon we pay
Some got gold and all dem diamonds all we got is Mary J
Legalize it, time you recognize it

Again, we be burnin not concernin what nobody wanna say
We be earnin dollars turning cau we mind deh pon we pay
Some got gold and all dem diamonds all we got is Mary J
Legalize it, time you recognize it

Again, we be burnin not concernin what nobody wanna say
We be earnin dollars turning cau we mind deh pon we pay
Some got gold and all dem diamonds all we got is Mary J
Legalize it, time you recognize it

Just gimme di trees and mek we smoke it yo (Smoke it yo!)
It dont mek we please so don't provoke it yo (Voke it yo!)
We nuh need nuh speed so we nuh gon coke it yo (Coke it yo!)
Set we mind at ease we gotta take it slow

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September 27, 2005

Gyptian lyrics 'Serious Times'

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Producer: K.Wilson A.K.A Spragga
Song: Serious Times Artiste: Gyptian Label: Frenz

Intro:
Yeh Yeh Sta na na na na woowooooee
Yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yehh
Ho ha ha ha hi

Chorus:
A she these are some serious times
All I can see arund us is hust violence and crime
Full time for us to centralize, socialize and realize
Let the sun shine throughout everyday
Let the moon shine through the peaceful night
This is seven times rise
And seven times fall
But I don't really believe in any falling things at all

Verse 1:
cause life continues as it goes
If you really want to know the truth
Half the truth isn't been told
No no no no no nooo

(repeat chorus)

Verse 2:
seh! Sometimes you think its peace and safety
It could be a gast sudden destruction
Said when you wake up this morning
You better give thanks
Cause you don't know if you gonna live
To see tomorrow
Life is much more precious than gold
Yeh!yeh! and if the truth hasn't been told
So I sey!

(repeat chorus)

Verse 3:
seh on the corner
Watch how you a hang out on the corner
A staright drive by mi she a gwaan pan di corner
On the corner the youths dem really naw hold nuh order
A stray dem go stray and left the border
Cause a domino them she dem gone out deh gone play
And den car come in and shot start to spray
All the innocent lives get taken away
So I say

(repeat chorus)

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September 15, 2005

Lady G lyrics - Woman's Intuition

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Song Title: Woman's Intuition
Artiste: Lady G & Pancho
Label: G String
Rhythm: My Baby

Intro
(Pancho) My Girl A Wa You Realy A Deal Wid
Me Know No Michelle Me Know No Renee
(Lady G) Yu Too Lie
Me No Know Da Girl Da Picture Wa In A Me Phone
A Know Me Lock Me Phone Agooda Di Company Lock Me Phone
Wa Kind Aidiot Argument Ya Bring Off Pon Mi Wa Ya Deal Wid

Verse 1
Yu Put A Lock Pon Di Phone True Yu No Waa Mi Si Di Numbers
A Yu Careless Skirts
So Me Trick Yu And Tell Yu Mi A Meg Yu A Phone Call
True Mi Want Fi Search
A Mi Woman's Intuition Tell Me Seh Yu Out A Road A Cheat
Not Only Just Flirt
And No Tree Nah Grew In A Mi Face So Mi Na Go Stay At Home
And Tek Hurt

Chours
A No Telephone Mash Up Yu Life
Man A You Weh No Rate Yu Wife (Yu No Seet Sa)
A No Telephone Mash Up Yu Life
Yu Shoulda Glad Me Only Go Fi Di Knife (Yu No Seet Sa)
A No Telephone Mash Up Yu Life
Yu And Yu Gal Dem A Get Too Bright (Yu No Seet Sa)
A No Telephone Mash Up Yu Life
Yu Know Yu Nah Sleep in Yah Tonight

Verse 2
Question; How She Get Yu Number Fi A Send Yu Text
An A talk Bout She Want Yu An Har Fi Have sex
Yu Shoulda Realize Say Yu Deh Wid A Gangsta
When Mi Talk Pon Di Phone Mi Want People Fi Answer
Mi No Care If Yu No Love How Mi A Act
Mi Jus No Wa Nt Catch Some Disease Weh Some People Got
Di Signal Pon Mi Phone Is Very Low
So When Mi A Talk Mi A Fi Go Out A Door

Verse 3
Mi Get Fi Understand Seh Yu No Realy Smart
An True Yu Get Ketch Yu Jus A Mek A Bag A Talk
A Yu Alone Mi Feel A Break Me Heart
If Yu Did KeepYu Ting Ina Yu Pants We Would'nt Fall Apart
God Seh Mi Fi Seek If Mi Expect Seh Mi Fi Fine
And Mi No Need No Friend Fi Boost Mi, Mi Dun Si The Sign
It Seems Like Yu Want A Bag A Woman Fi Grind
And Dat Da Livity D Lady G No Join (One More Time)
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September 09, 2005

Behind These Prison Walls, Jah Cure Chanted

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Written by: Duane Stephenson, Gladstone Wright & Electric Dread
Titled: True Reflections
Produced by: Dowmsound Records LTD. (BLACK & WHITE)
Recorded at: General Penetentary (Prison), Kingston Jamaica
Recorded on: June 19, 2005
Riddim Mixers: Rick O'Niel, Michael Adams & Andrew Gregory

INTRO
Dah da da da dah die
Dah da da da dah die

VERSE:1
Behind these prison walls
Doing my paces doing my time
Spending my restless nights
Visioning faces oh they are crying,crying

Prison a no bed a roses
The levity it makes mi bawl.
I wish that Jah could come and take us back in time

CHORUS:
Cause I swear that I can be a better man
Yes I swear if only you could understand
The faith in me shall set me free reflection
The faith in me shall set me free reflection

VERSE:2
Behind these metal bars
To Jah Jah I'm chanting
I pray for love Devine
I'm oh so sorry a man
Deeply I'm hurting
The price ordained to be mine
Impossible to see the changes that I have made in my life
All they see is just the boy I left behind

CHORUS:
And I swear that I can be a better man
Yes I swear if only you could understand
The faith in me shall set me free reflection
The faith in me shall set me free reflection

BRIDGE:
Don't judge me wrong
Cause now I 'm stronger than I was before
I was young and unwise
Didn't you hear my cry
Impossible to see the changes that I made in my life
All they see is just the boy I left behind

REP CHORUS:
Cause I swear I can be a better man
I swear if only you could understand
I swear I can be a better man
And I swear I swear
The faith in me shall set me free reflection
The faith in me shall set me free
The faith in me shall set me free

Mmmmm mmmmmm
The faith shall set me free
Set me free free yeah
Freeee .

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September 06, 2005

Mr. Peppa nuh like Hypocrite

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Artiste: Mr. Peppa
Title: Talk
Rhythm: IROB
Produced by: Ward 21

Intro
That's Betta Crazy badmind inna dem heart inna dem mind
Dem nuh see seh a good time dis Mr Peppa
Mek dem Talk, Talk mek dem Talk, Talk, Talk
All dem can do a Talk, Talk but when you hear

Chorus
Hypocrite a Talk, lowe dem, mek dem sit an talk
All dem can do a flip an talk our life den can shut off you mad
Hypocrite a talk lowe dem mek dem sit and talk
All dem can do a flip an talk our face dem caan kick off you mad!!!

Verse 1
Nuff a dem claim dem with you
Want extra clip you, want come Wesson an smith you
Want sneak up an ice pick you, all tek you bicycle
You would a surprise, you don't know weh hit you
But praise father god an that man will trod with you
An release the burden dem weh you have with you
Teachings of his majesty will up lift you
Nuh mek dem meditation drift you

So when you hear!!
(Repeat cho)

Verse 2

Before dem give thanks fi whey father god provide
Like di rising of the sun and the dawning of the sky
Dem live inna wi name like termite inna ply, and dem bad lamp an a sell Dem samfie, when dem talk
Just give dem psalms whatever in reply don't even
Smoke cigarette yet di red inna eye,
A dem same one woulda kill you an go hide
An you woulda swear she dem a you bonofide

Not when you hear!!!!
(Repeat cho)

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August 31, 2005

Emergency by Vybz Kartel

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Song Title: Emergency
Writer: Adidjah Palmer
Label: Time Travel
Chorus
Emergency, we a suffer roun ere
Roun ere, man a ded, tings tougher roun ere
Crime scene gone up, tall up man ah go fa roun ere
Missa man, whe yu doing fi the gutter roun ere?


Verse 1
Two party, but ah de same sad song dem a play
Poor people money lean back and rockaway
Dem raise everyting from oil to Craven A
So how dem no raise up everybody pay
Portmore mi born and ah de so mi yard stay
So mi nah pay no toll fi cross the Causeway
Mr. Bruce, Mr. PJ
This is just a couple question from Addi the deejay

Question: Kingston mek no AK?
Question: How gun come inna JA?
Who own the wharf and the airport, the docks and the bay?

CHORUS

VERSE 2
Everyting except ded people ah raise
De dead man ah 'sehe' him betta off inna the grave
How we fi save pon minimum wage
When two yute go high school, two go all age?
Dem change dem face like Nicholas Cage
True election ah come, dem temporary re-arrange
Mi rate Bruce, mi rate PJ
But dem waan we ded off like dog weh have mange
Mi born a sufferer, when it ah go change?
Mi love Portia Simpson, mi love Babsy Grange
But if dem nuh tun a new page
We nah wear no red or no green again
We ah wear beige
Fi de yute dem a de stoplight, mi a beg oonu a change
Oonu dog a live betta dan dem, oonu outrage
Yu know how much innocent yute dem a hundred man inna de cage

CHORUS


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August 29, 2005

Tuck in Yuh Belly

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LeftSide and Esco performing their hit single 'Tuck in Yuh Belly' at Beenie Man's 'Summer Sizzle'

Title: Tuck in Yuh Belly
Artiste: Leftside & Esco, Label: Young Legend
Rhythm: Throw Back Giggy
Intro My girl tuck in yuh belly, A beg yuh tuck in yuh belly, A weh yuh a go wid dat man, Tuck in yuh side Ha ha

Chorus
From yuh know yuh belly nuh bang
And yuh know say yuh look good inna yuh thong
Gyal bruk out, yuh belly look clean
And yuh know say fit in inna magazine, yuh zeen

Verse 1
Esco
Some gyal belly bag ova like shirt
One bagga flab dem need some ab work
Big gut and big butt
Gyal dat nuh work
And mi nah even smile or smirk
Yuh fi tek care a yuhself
Gyal know what yuh worth
Yuh belly nuffi look like yuh a give birth
Yuh foot favour broom stick
Don't wear nuh skirt
Mi gyal model yuh nuh shape like the earth
(Never)
Walk out Sky Juice nuh yuh daddy
Model pon a gyal yuh belly flat like bammy
Yuh cute and yuh sexy
Round like Tami
A you win the flat belly grammy

Chorus

Verse
Leftside
From yuh know say yuh look good Debra
Yuh skin nuh marky and stripe up like zebra
Hold up yuh hand cause yuh hot like pepper
Walk through the dance
Yuh and real hot stepper
From yuh know say yuh have flat belly
Yuh hot inna yuh swimsuit like Kris Kelly
When yuh a walk it nuh shake lie jelly
Up inna the video and talk up Shelly
(Why)

Repeat Chorus

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August 03, 2005

BRICK & LACE - WILD AND SEXY

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Title: Done it To Me
Written by: Tasha, Nailah and Nyanda
Thorbourne and Chris Birch
Published by: Brick and Lace publishing,
Living Sting Music
Rhythm: Thrilla Rhythm

Verse One
He's laying in my bed
The second time this week
I know I'm into trouble cause this man has got me weak
I try to tell him no
But all I say is yes
And every time he comes around I find myself undressed
Bwoy you know mi nah tell no lie you've got the best of me
I've though it over a thousand times and you're no good for me
But am I fooling myself to think that I could up and leave
Cause Bwoy yu know mi can't fight it no
Bwoy yu know mi can't let you go

Chorus
OH you done it to me I can't get out and
OH you put it on me, I can't say no and
OH this was s'poused to be the last time that we
OH you done it to me eh eh eh.
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Verse Two
He's standing at my door
I've heard this all before
The scene is so familiar I keep coming back for more
Him say him want fi play
Should I give in today
Cause every time di bwoy come round I lose my sanity
Bwoy you know mi nah tell no lie you've got the best of me
I've though it over a thousand times and you're no good for me
But am I fooling myself to think that I could up and leave
Cause Bwoy yu know mi can't fight it no
Bwoy yu know mi can't let you go

Chorus
OH you done it to me, I can't get out and
OH you put it on me, I can't say no and
OH this was s'poused to be the last time that we
OH you done it to me eh eh eh.

Verse Three
I know he's bad for me
But it feels so good to me
I'm caught up in your web
Why won't you set me free yeah
Why can't I have the strength to leave baby
You done it to me, you got to me, you holding me so baby let me be.

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LIQUOR MAKE YOU GET MAD IN A DE CLUB

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Title: Liquor
Artiste: Kiprich
Produced by: 13th Tribe Productions
Intro

U Drunk Yet.
Yow bar tuff mi waan two hypnotic
Two Courvoisier, Alize
Wha dat roun de so?
No sa mi nuh waan dat
Yeah Campari
Weh dem sey vodka, all right den



Chorus
Liquor mek yu get mad inna di club
Up inna di club, Liquor mek yu mad inna di club
Weh yu seh
Liquor mek yu gwaan bad inna di club
Up inna di club
Liquor mek yu bad inna di club
Whe yu seh
Liquor mek yu get wild inna di club
Up inna di club, mek yu get wild inna di club
Liquor mek yu profile inna di club, up inna di club
Mek yu pop style inna di club
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Verse 1
If mi tell yu seh mi we meant to be
And anyting weh yu do mi nah go pree
Den tomorrow mi a tell yu she we nah go gree
Don't blame me blame it on di Hennessey
If mi tell yu seh mi nah no fare
Yu ask mi which part mi deh and mi a wonda where
Seh mi a pull off di di waist off yu undawear
Don't blame mi baby blame it on di beer
Mi si a girl weh mi a try fi trick
So mi promise ar house if she gi- mi quick
She a tell mi seh she wah feel di stick
Don't blame her blame it on di Hypnotiq
If mi tell yu seh bad man no stray
And when a wartime bad man nuh play
Den mi gone a border line go check Anna- Kaye
Don't blame mi blame it on Courvosier

RPT. Chorus


Verse:2
Hey Breddi mi si a gal a move extra nice
She a talk an a put on a extra voice
An' she seh she love me and next to Christ
Don' blame me blame it on di Smirnoff Ice
If she tell yu seh she know fi cry
And yu cant si di black part in ar eye
She a walk and a ask dis,who am I?
Don't blame her blame it on di Canei
If she tell yu seh mi never fret
Yet di nite yu si mi bun fifty cigarette
Yu ask mi suppn "Who is Shabba" and mi figet
Don't blame me blame it on de Moet
"Stallion Man" dem a ask who dat is
Man weh bun gal fi six like di West Indies
Gal a bawl and mi tell har mi nuh business
Don't blame mi blame it on di Guinness

RPT. Chorus

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July 17, 2005

HALLOWPOINT -- THIS CRAZY WORLD GOES ROUND and ROUND

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Title: Round and Round
Artiste: Hollow Point
Rhythm: Dancehall Rock
Label: Gang Bang Production
Producer: "Skatta"

Chorus
I'm sitting by my window, puffing on hindo
Watching while the world goes round and round
I spread my wings, yes I'm floating
With the wind
Seeing this crazy world of sin going round and round

Verse 1
Mad city, mad world, mad smug
Mad nuclear toxic sick pollution
Delusion brings us much confusion
Illusion you've got no solution
Mad things, mad kings, mad blings
Mad money cannot atop this Retribution
Execution by electrocution, revolution our resolution

These are the days, these are the days
When the fittest of the fittest will rise
And like the sun will blaze
These are days, these are the days
When the warriors live and give to
Jah thou humble praise
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Chorus

Verse 2
Mad terror without error, pills that
Kills and mad weapons of mass destruction
Prison, poison, planes high risen
Twins demolished, I wonder by whose instruction
Books, crooks, publications, feeding
Misleading lies to the nation
Father save this younger generation
From these leaders, rootless desecration
These are the days, these are the days
When the fittest of the fittest will rise
And like the sun will blaze
These are days, these are the days
When the warriors live and give to
Jah thou humble praise

Chorus

Verse 3
Mad guns, mad drugs, mad slugs
Mad thugs, mad skugs I see
Mad wars, sad wars, bad scars
SARS much cruelty
Mad men openly taking lives
I look I see
Religion full of hate and much hypocracy
The Harlot queen is crying, Babylon the great is dying
The Harlot queen is crying, Babylon the great is dying

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July 16, 2005

WILLIE BOUNCE -- OH SO BADLY

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Title: Willie Bounce
Artiste: Elephant Man
Producer: Q45

Intro
Elephant Man: Out and bad
What you can do for me?
What you can do for me?
What you can do for me?

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Chorus
Out and bad
So wey dem a sey
Dance will never die
Out and bad so badly bad
It a get intensify
I see the kids dem in the street
All the big man dem a practice fi dweet
Although Bogle pass and gone
We still a mek dem know him dancing live on
Everybody just…
Do the bounce, Willie Bounce everybody fi a do di Willie Bounce
Do the bounce, Willie Bounce everybody fi a do Bogle bounce
Do the bounce, Willie Bounce everybody fi a do di Willie Bounce
Do the bounce, Willie bounce
Everybody, fi a, fi a, fi a do di Willie Bounce…

Verse 1
All right bring yuh hand dem gwaan like yuh mad
Then yuh double, the double the out and bad
Look left, look right swing yuh hand like yuh bad
Like yuh mad then yuh double, the double the out and bad
Do the dip, do the dip like the dancing god then yuh double the double the out and bad.
Walk with it mek up yuh face like yuh get rob then yuh double the double the Out and bad.
Alright stop mek a pose tek a sip shake yuh foot start do the dip
Wacky dip everybody fi step out and dip, Wacky Dip, everybody fi a do the Wacky Dip
Everybody fi a do Bogle dip, Wacky Dip, Wacky Dip, Wacky Dip, Wacky Dip

Repeat chorus… so wey dem a sey

Verse 2
Willie Bounce lock the street
Yuh no want glass fi see it
Dun the war mek mi dance bad man and police
All the shotta a do the Willie Bounce out a east
Wareka Hill party dem a gwaan hold the peace
Murray a get him groove on roll in the streets sey him a fi come a Weddy Weddy fi see it
Lay down yuh nuh see sey a Sizzla a dweet
Then this no Willie Bounce that a gillipriest
Wee Pow long bend like a Giraffe and a dweet
Uptown, downtown a Willie to the beat
All the prisoners dem a Willie Bounce waan get release
This one is a masterpiece. Chase

Repeat chorus… so wey dem a sey

Repeat verse 1

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July 14, 2005

MORE FIRE - WHERE TO RUN CAPLETON CHANTED

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Artiste: Capleton
Title: That Day Will Come
Album: Reign of Fire
Label: VP Records

Intro:
Equal rights and justice for all Rise and never fall Tell dem sey...
Boom! What dey gonna do, when nuff a dem nuh true Say what they gonna do, dem
get slew, yaaaw

(Sub-Chorus)
Who do you think you are, we're living ina small world
As wicked as you think you are, we're living in a small world
As bad as you think you are, we're living in a small world
As tough as you think you are, we're living in a... Da one ya name, alright

(Chorus)
That day will come, when I shall stand and see all those wicked men in the fire getting burn
That day will come, when they will try to escape and there will be nowhere to run
That day will come, when I shall see, they hand in all the bombs and bayonnettes and bullets and gun
That day will come, when Emperor Selassie I shall rise di whole a di ghetto yute dem from out of the slum

(Verse 1)
And the day I would love to see their face
For the all those evil they do to the human race
And try to take things out of place
Run away to space, true dem inna...
Off you owna judgement, you a go get a taste
When dem find out sey dat dem caan escape
Sadness they send on the people dem trace Smile on my face

(Chorus)
That day will come, when I shall stand and see all those wicked men and the fire getting burn
That day will come, when they will try to escape and there will be nowhere to run
That day will come, when I shall see, they hand in all the bombs and bayonnettes and bullets and gun
That day will come, when Emperor Selassie I shall rise di whole a di ghetto yute the from out of the slum

(Sub-Chorus)
Who do you think you are, we're living ina small world
As wicked as you think you are, we're living in a small world
As slick as you think you are, we're living in a small world
As tough as you think you are, we're living in a... Da one ya name, tell dem!

(Verse 2)
Escape today, you caan escape tomorrow
Mek sure you pay back anytime you borrow
Mek sure you don't leff no life inna sorrow
Mek sure you nuh lead none straight like arrow
Mek sure you brains nuh push out it nuh borrow
Mek sure you nuh mek dem coke out an parro, yeah!
Mek sure you meditation nuh narrow Judgement!
Yo mi waan tell dem sumpn... Di world a one...

(Chorus)
That day will come, when I shall stand and see all those wicked men and the fire getting burn
That day will come, when they will try to escape and there will be nowhere to run
That day will come, when I shall see, they hand in all the bombs and bayonnettes and bullets and gun
That day will come, when Emperor Selassie I shall ride out pon di wings of the heavens inna di sun

(Bridge)
I will remain the same Hailing Rastafari name
And watch dem going up in flames
For all the innocent going down the drain
You have to pay for the shackles and chains
And pay for these washing of the brain
And pay for these guns and cocaine
The sick and the lame, alright

(Repeat Chorus till fade)

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July 13, 2005

TEXT MESSAGE MASH UP KIPRICH LIFE

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Title: Telephone Thing
Artiste: Kiprich
Rhythm: My Baby
Producer: Robert Livingston
Label: Big Yard

Intro By Delicious
Hey yuh know say a fool yuh take me fah
A who name Michelle, who name Renee
A whose picture dis in you phone?
Yuh know say me a go call dem gal yah
And mek dem know who is wife round here
Kippo say something!

Verse 1
Mi put a lock pon me phone
And nuh tell yuh the pin number
Cause weh nuh see, nuh hurt
Yuh tell me yuh a beg me a call
Weh yuh gone search the phone fah
Now a tear off me shirt
After me done tell yuh seh yuh a di woman a di yard
And yuh know say every man flirt so why the hell yuh a stress me
When you fi caress me
Tell me weh the cussin worth

Chorus
Yuh nuh see it say
Telephone ting mash up me life
It make matey a call the wife
Telephone thing mash up life
It mek me girl run gone fi knife
Telephone ting mash up me life
A it a cause fuss and fight
Telephone ting mash up me life
It mek me caan sleep good at night

Verse 2
Look how yuh deh ya wid me good
And never vex until yuh go read di
‘Me waan sex you text’
Deh yah and a laugh, den turn inna monster
Through a girl say hello, den heng up when yuh answer
Me caan belive a so fool yuh a act
A write dung people number and a call people back
When me a talk pon mi phine yuh a listen
And when you answer yours, yuh missing

Chorus
Me see it say
Telephone ting mash up me life
It make matey a call the wife
Telephone thing mash up life
It mek me girl run gone fi knife
Telephone ting mash up me life
A it a cause fuiss and fight
Telephone ting mash up me life
It make me caan sleep good at night

Verse 3
Look how yuh go out yuh way fi break yuh own heart
Yuh know yuh shouldn’t follow friend
Should have yuh own thoughts
We never use to argue, now yuh start
And all these things weh a happen tear us apart
Weh yuh nuh see inaa yuh face, nuh search fi find
Nuh mek yuh friend dem boost yuh up wid dem dirty mind
The carry-go so, bring come
Dem ting deh we nuh join
A dis a weh me see every time

Chorus
Me see it say
Telephone ting mash up me life
It make matey a call the wife
Telephone thing mash up life
It mek me girl run gone fi knife
Telephone ting mash up me life
A it a cause fuiss and fight
Telephone ting mash up me life
It make me caan sleep good at night

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ELEPHANT MAN STRAP WITH HIS A.K

Song Title: Ova The Wall
Artiste: Elephant Man
Rhythm: Dancehall Rock
Label: Kings of Kings

INTRO:
Hee a lie all them deh a best a them
we ova ya so and them ova da So
gun shot from East, West, North and South.


Chorus
Alright, Ova the wall, ova the wall put yuh A.K ova the wall, ova the wall, Ova the wall them diss man from Red Hills and Whitehall. Ova the wall, ova the wall, ova the wall blood ago run like Dunn’s River Fall ova the wall, ova the wall like the stretch limo a so we gun them tall.

Verse 1
Bad man nuh ramp with informer none at all
Bad man put yuh A.K ova the wall
Wrong man name yuh go call
Bad man put yuh A.k ova the wall
No boy could a never diss mi mother none at all
Bad man put yuh A.K ova the wall
Think we simple and think we gun small
Bad man put yuh A.K ova the wall
If them mek we pop out we gun pan them
All five magazine we would a dun pon them
Man a real bad man like Joel Gang them
cant diss Tivoli or pen man Them
through them go diss a little man and him run from them,
Them a fool, dem a idiot a nuh gun man them
If a me we would a drop a bomb pan them kidnap them daughter or son from them give them K bullet if magnum want them to all bad man this a the gun anthem cause we come to set a better gun man trend so we big up all the shotters and we gun man friend.

Chorus
Bad man no ramp with informer none at all
bad man put Yuh A.K ova the wall
wrong man name Yuh go call
bad man put Yuh A.K Ova the wall
no boy could a never diss mi mother none at all
bad man Put Yuh A.K ova the wall
think we simple and think we gun small
bad man put Yuh A.K ova the wall.

Verse 2
From wah day some boy a get bright and faceity
tell them sey no mek we tek mi eye off a safety
bomb down village, town and base you see bomb up sadamite,
b-man and gay city only the something pon the breast mi nape you see tell them hold the peace and mek things safety I would a chop off informer face you see that a long time me use and paste you see no like a informer boy who can trace you see full him up a shot from him head to his waist you see tomorrow morning nuff a them better pray fi see ready fi done the boy them in a haste you see. Scobaay.

Chorus
Bad man no ramp with informer none at all
bad man put Yuh A.K ova the wall
wrong man them go call
bad man put Yuh A.K Ova the wall
no boy could a never diss mi mother none at all
bad man put the A.K ova the wall
think we simple and think we gun small
bad man put yuh A.K ova the wall alright.

Posted by YardFlex at 09:31 PM | Comments (1)

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July 12, 2005

WAYNE MARSHALL STILL LOVES MARIJUANA

Title: Marry Wana
Producers: Mr. Wilks
Label: Tru Music
Rhythm: Ice Cube

Intro
Yow dawg
A beare gyal deh yah
Wha the place full
But differently me see one weh she over deh so
The tall one, a who she
Me never see her before

Verse 1
From me see her me know say
She new on yah
And she had me in a trance
Like a snake charmer
So I asked her what’s her name
She say Tuwana
But most of her friends say Wana
So I say Wana where you from
She say from Ghana
But she spent most of her life in Botswana
She say her father was a real big time farmer
And now she on vacation because of nuff drama
So I told her I was in love at my first sight
And I told her a million things I like
And I don’t really know if my feelings right
But I really want her to be my wife

Chorus
I want Marry Wana
Marry Wana
She is the girl of my dreams

I want Marry Wana
Marry Wana
I love her bad
Marry Wana, Marry Wana
I love her bad

Verse 2
Me did haffi Marry Wana
From me see har is like me see the light
And from the fire ignite
The relationship nuh stop burn bright
Shout to Wana
I hope you hear me
I love you dearly, sincerely

Repeat Chorus

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TIME TO LIVE IN LOVE

Artiste: I-Wayne
Title: Living in Love
Label: Gibbo Productions

Intro
Ooh woo, woo
If you never know
Now you know

Verse 1
I love to see my people living in love
I hate to see the fighting and swimming in blood
Nuff neglect the farming scorning the mud
Yet they want to be the first to reap the food as it bud
Oh, dem fill di earth with prison, church and whore house
Love the rum bar yet dem hate the pure house
Dem tek di microchip and now wrath a pour out
Less food more drought and more mouth.

Chorus
Rasta tell dem all di while
Stop war and go till di soil
Stop fighting for land and oil
Fi di coil, so many go defile
Slave master spit inna dem face dem tek dat with a smile
Banks of di nile so mild and so fertile
Acres more than a zillion mile
People acting wild, pick up cannibal style
Wan devour mama, papa and child

Verse 2
Sew i seed and mek it buss earth
Dem seh dem ting dem tek too long fi grow and start to cuss earth
I couldn't trust them and those as how i trust earth
Such is life, dem seh a just earth
I see Cassia Heights wah dem call de squatta land
Some seh fi government, some seh fi mattalon
Still nuh wan share although dem got a land
Dem want fi guh a gun range and shatta land

Chorus

Verse 3
Politician a talk certain ting dem nah mention
Seh a gun and drugs di people tax money spend pan
Come with plastic smile and dem wicked intention
Inna u hand a weh dem put dem evil invention
Turn gun model seeking attention
See it deh now you dead and ther is no redemption
Parents a wonder where to get di fuss cent from
To bury di dead dem nu even got pension

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July 11, 2005

Sizzla - Free Us From Babylon Prison

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Artiste: Sizzla
Title: I Want To Be Free
Rhythm: Maroon Rhythm
Label: Down Sound Records

Intro:
Yeah! Rastafari, (ha) Ethiopia, Africa
Yes! We doing it just right, we getting it perfect
Special request for you and yours ha ha
Now here come the music

Verse 1

With all the problems in the world
And everyday people complaining
No hospitals, no schools for the boys and girls
With their naked eyes, don’t you see that its slavery (whoa!)
Tired to work so hard in the sun, people unemployed
Not sufficient money, Mama work hard!
Till her fingers are numb
Trying to escape poverty, but some how it still coming
Damn! Everyday so much gats are done
Corruption! That’s how the system is running (whoa!)
I’ve got to set myself free (whoa!)

Chorus
Vocals (Got to be free!)
And be what the most high, had always wanted me to be
Set the captives free! (whoa!, whoa!)
Vocals (Got to be free!)

Ahhhhhhhhh!!!

Verse 2

Billions of guns make everyday
Don’t try to intimidate me, I’ll never run away
Jah blessings is coming our way, so pagans don’t you stand in our way
Yow! We fight society, while dem web out, tek dem like society
Too anxious, too much anxiety, dem never see what the almighty want dem see

(Ahhhhhhhh!!!)

Chorus
I’ve got to set myself free (whoa!)
Vocals (Got to be free!)
And be what the most high, had always wanted me to be Yeah!
Babylon. Set the captives free! (whoa!)
Yeah!!!!

Verse 3

Yow! Now listen everyday you got people children going to prison
Wow! Babylon, they steal and they rob
And telling us that they are just doing their job
They’re here to protect and serve, but they just killing the people when I look and observe
Equal rights and justice… ah aw… aw… aw
Be careful of the ways that you practice
Ah aw… aw… aw… whoa! ha ha
Repatriation, show love, you got no hate for no one
Bruk down the prison, hey!
I say you cannot wait on no one!
Don’t show no bad face…. to no one
You got to leave Babylon
Don’t lickie lickie, don’t eat a Babylon
Don’t you believe inna Babylon
I’m gonna beat yuh Babylon

I’ve got to set myself free (whoa! Whoa!)

Got to be free

Yeah! Whoa ah! Who ah!

(Vocals) Got to be free

Ahhhhhhhhh!!!

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Fatan Mojah - Hail The King In Every Thing

Song: Hail The King

Artist: Fantan Mojah

Lyrics Written by: Fantan Mojah & Michael “Angel” Adams

Record Label : Downsound Records

Chorus

When I rise
Early this morning
I see love, I see love in front of me
Yow again
When I rise
Early this morning
I feel jah jah, jah inside of me
Yow again


It no tek nuttin ata all
Fi hail the king
Him bless mi in a what mi doing
It no tek nuttin ata all
Fi hail the king
Selassie I the king of all Kings

Verse 1

What it takes a man to gain the world
And loose his soul
Prophesy it haffi fulfill
Jah jah works haffi unfold
To the young and the old, the blind and the dumb
The hype and the meek, the weak and the strong
Give jah jah thanks, and carry on

Chorus

When I rise
Early this morning
I see love, I see love in front of me
Yow again
When I rise
Early this morning
I feel jah jah, jah inside of me
Yow again

Verse 2

Rise with mi princess mi haffi give praise
Ma two likkle kids a more love mi a raise
Jah bless mama and bless papa
And bless all mi bad minded neighbor
I just like to see my people
Live on…
Upful with the king with righteousness

Bridge:

Cause it no tek nuttin ata all
Fi hail the king
Him bless mi in a what mi doing
It no tek nuttin at all
Fi hail the king
Selassie I the king of all Kings
It no tek nuttin ata all
Fi hail the king
Him bless mi in a what mi doing

It no tek nothing at all, nothing at all, nothing at all

Verse 3

Yow yuh could a black or white mi see purple or blue
Love is for me and mi seh love is for you
Ask the wicked man see a weh him a go do
When him buck up in a fi him waterloo
Hype dem a hype she dem couldn’t ketch a flu
When mi pass thru dem a wonder a who?
Tell wicked man she him a go get boo
Fire,fire, fire fire burn dem

Chorus

When I rise
Early this morning
I see love, I see love in front of me
Yow again
When I rise
Early this morning
I fell jah jah, jah inside of me
Yow again

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Kartel Lyrical Deal - A Di Real Deal

Title: Real Deal

Artiste: Vybz Kartel

Label:

Intro

Yow Blacks! If they violate
They come across various mishaps
You know where I’m from
We got di mac go and a little derringer inna mi socks
Regardless of people watching like TNT and Cinemax

Verse 1

Portmore have di Askela
Wey mek big man scream like Angela
Police caan lock wi up like Mandela
Yuh mad, head will open like umbrella
From Waterhouse goh back ah Villa
Wi nuh buss one pop ra tat tat killa
Dunkirk, Rockfort have a lot ah killa
Shot will crawl pon yuh skin like caterpillar
Weh dem try test Tivoi fah
Weh put copper inna kidney, lead inna liver
Matthew Lane, Southside and Tellaviva
Mek blood run goh Stella River
Common gun sing like Madonna
And goh suh ru cu tuk tuk tuk
Cah di hammer stammer
McHeil Lane, Jews land, Pane land and Marverly
Di bwoy dead weh shot affa mi.

Chorus

Real bad man never afraid
Wi have guns and bombs and grenade
Anywey ah bwoy live wi will give dem a page
Wi badda than when Adams ah raid
(repeat Chorus again)


Verse 2

Spanish Town, Jackson Town, Rose Town Greewhich Town
Put copper pon ah clown
Head nuh good ah Grants Pen, Christian Pen, Cockburn Pen
Lakes Pen, May Pen nuh play pen
Warieka hill, Tower hill, Brandon hill, Stony Hill
Ah nuh Benny Hill, shot sing like Lauryn Hill
Sherlock Brook Valley dump bwoy pon di ferry
Riverton gun dem nuh ordinary.

Chorus

Real bad man never afraid
Wi have guns and bombs and grenade
Anywey ah bwoy live wi will give dem a page
Wi badda than when Adams ah raid

Real bad man never afraid
Wi have guns and bombs and grenade
Anywey ah bwoy live wi will give dem a page
Wi badda than when Adams ah raid

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Macka Diamond Love Money More Than Man

Song Title: Boopsie

Artiste: Macka Diamond

Label: Dem Youth Deh

Rhythm: Spanish Fly


Intro:

Baby,
I would really like to picture you and me making love
But as the stars above, it’s money I love
What’s that your visa card, your ATM
Oh here a bank machine over there
Let’s go draw so money
Did the doctor sey yuh soon die or something

Chorus

Imagine you and I at di bank
Drawing yuh MONEY
Imagine you and I a housing trust
Putting mi name inna di house wey you BUY
Some man fi know cash fi flow
Before dem APPLY
Mi nuh ramp fi CON
An you a mi BOOPSY

Verse 1

Work di cash and mek mi spen it
An if mi borrow it boy you betta len it
Sent it through Union or J.N it
An if a cheque book write it and pen it
U S account Nine Gran an Ten it
An if a pound betta weigh it and ben it
Mr. Chin from China him jus yen it
Gi woman things wey you wan do gi men it

Chorus

Imagine you and I at di bank
Drawing yuh MONEY
Imagine you and I a housing trust
Putting mi name inna di house wey you BUY
Some man fi know cash fi flow
Before dem APPLY
Mi nuh ramp fi CON
An you a mi BOOPSY

Verse 2
Mi caan count di amount a man mi con
Di fuss one mi show him di thong
Di second one buy mi a van
And not even get fi plant banana pon mi land
A nuff a dem a talk bout dem a don
Yah get dem things and dem don’t get slam
A one thing inna mi intention
Fi con all man and tek wey all him pension

Chorus

Imagine you and I at di bank
Drawing yuh MONEY
Imagine you and I a housing trust
Putting mi name inna di house wey you BUY
Some man fi know cash fi flow
Before dem APPLY
Mi nuh ramp fi CON
An you a mi BOOPSY


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Yow! Ediat Thing Dat - Assassin

Artiste: Assassin

Title: Ediat Thing Dat

Rhythm: Stepz

Intro:
Yo! Check check (Diat, ting dat!)
A murda! (A Murda!) a we seh (Ting dat)
Hear mi now, yo Delano! (Ting dat!)
Well it's anodda one (Anodda one) Alright! Yo!

Chorus:

Eediat, eediat, eediat, diat, eediat ting dat!
Eediat, eediat, diat, we nuh inna dat, eediat ting dat!
Eediat, diat, diat, diat, diat, eediat ting dat!
Eediat, eediat, diat, we nuh inna eediat ting dat!

Verse 1:
Man a dress up inna name brand suit nah mine him yute
(A eediat ting dat!)
A gal pickney a walk bare foot and she inna name brand boot (A eediat ting dat!)
Nuff man a dish mama dirt an a put dem gal fuss, yo
(A eediat ting dat!)
A buy gal Lexus mama a fi walk and a tek bus, no star!!!
(Eediat ting dat!)

Chorus:

Eediat, eediat, eediat, diat, eediat ting dat!
Eediat, diat, eediat, we nuh inna dat eediat ting dat!
Eediat, diat, diat, diat, a fuckery dat eediat ting dat!
Eediat, eediat, eediat, diat eediat ting dat!

Verse 2:

Well di system design fi di poor man don't stand a chance, and
(A eediat ting dat!)
Hey! As di clock strike one fifty nine dem a lock off di dance
(A eediat ting dat!)
Ghetto yute deh ah jail and dem caan get bail!
(Eediat ting dat!)
Mek it worst it only fi yuh likkle spliff tail
(Eediat ting dat!)

Chorus:

Eediat, eediat, eediat, diat, eediat ting dat!
Eediat, diat, eediat, we nuh inna dat eediat ting dat!
Eediat, diat, diat, diat, a fuckery dat eediat ting dat!
Eediat, diat, eediat, eediat yo a eediat ting dat!

Verse 3:

Fi send all yute a school mama haffi spend every cent wha she have and (A Eediat ting dat!)
Mama yute lef School qualify, but still caan get a job, yo
(A eediat ting dat!)
Twelve year old yute a prowl wid M16
(Eediat ting dat!)
Big grey tone man a look likkle girl weh a fifteen
(No sah, Eediat ting dat!)

Chorus:

Eediat, eediat, eediat, diat, eediat ting dat!
Eediat, eediat, diat, we nuh inna dat eediat ting dat!
Eediat, eediat, diat, a fuckery dat eediat ting dat!
Eediat, diat, diat, diat, eediat yo a eediat ting dat!

Verse 4:

Crab inna barrel draw dung one anodda, none caan go a top
(A eediat ting dat!)
Nuff wha you tink would a glad say yuh mek it, dem waan see yuh flop (A eediat ting dat!)
Voice yuh tune, DJ hear it and gone counteract
(Eediat ting dat!)
Nuff a dem a smile inna yuh face and as you tun round stab inna yuh back, yo (A eediat ting dat!)

Chorus:

Eediat, eediat, eediat, diat, eediat ting dat!
Eediat, eediat, diat, we nuh inna dat eediat ting dat!
Eediat, diat, eediat, a fuckery dat eediat ting dat!
A eediat, diat, eediat, we nuh inna dat eediat ting dat!

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