| Uh huh
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| You know it’s a warville for Morville
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| Come mi man cyaan debate the fire bomboclaat legs them bandit
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| Mi name’s God’s Gift and everybody done know me yah know (Why?)
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| Cah me run, you know (Okay)
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| Mi no name young buck but now we back on mi, you know (See)
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| So the pussyole weh outta road cyaan try fuck 'round me, you know (Hm)
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| Mi cousins an mi uncles a still deya jail, you know (True)
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| And some puss weh get catch and then even doe still get bail, you know (True)
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| Cah then nuff police and nuff talk and nuff yutes and tongue, you know
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| But informa fi dead so dem seh bwoy dem haffi get bun, you know
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| So listen my life tun mi no light a dark, you know
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| Cah me dun leave mic an' know where mic mi walkin, you know
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| Cah mi lost life, you know, say mi lose your life, you know
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| Don’t bother try bring your wife for me cah you may lose your wife, you know
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| That’s why we stay, you know
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| And that’s why we tan, you know (Why?)
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| And mi nuh play, you know
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| Where mi come from, you know (And what?)
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| Mi know one minute man can last long, you know |
| Cah dem drink one Guinness, draft and stand strong, you know
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| Strong like a rock, you know, and mi no flop, you know
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| For mi gyal waan mi fi overcome love and buss shot, you know
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| A good pole, you know, fi fill up a good hole, you know
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| Walkin' dung seh watcha when mi done still a fool, you know
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| And if him waan fi and pop it, mi neva roll, you know
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| God Gift fi tek him life, you know
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| Got to tek him fool, you know
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| And me know some likkle pussyole waan hype up, you know
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| And dem nuh want no shootout and dem nuh want no fight, you know
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| And some man smell like dem junk and smell raw, you know (Hm)
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| And dem nuh wash dem body a mawning and put on a shoe, you know
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| Some man gwaan like dem richer dem still fucking poor, you know
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| And dem nuh want no clash with me, and dem nuh want no war, you know
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| Roll 'way
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| Fucka |