[Redman] come!!!!! [Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on fuckin radio [Verse 1: Man] Oh no, another lyrica forty fo' If it deep, jump in feet first then hold yo' nose I'm a when you step on my toe you hear my whistle Checkin 'em hoe, you see my pistol it go I couldn't wait to do a right, hardly 'gon do ya wrong Time to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr. So selecta, with it, awww shit it Now y'all did it, supper ready y'all come get it Now who stop me block me pop lock me knock me Jamaica most high Haile Selassie Allah willin, another sound boy I'm hot bitch I don't cold or catch feelings The truth be the ghetto And Def Jam y'all the Meth Man take care of his fam That's what y'all do Examine our we plannin to win Worldwide tell the people we be jammin [Verse 2: Make way for Hammond Got more hoes than grand I, dig 'em out tie 'em up for randsome I, shoot at your feet make you start I'm pissin on picnics where ya campin Doctor got the ziplock Ziggy the zig zag roll I'll rip your zip code Got fucked up off the hypno I tip toe, then wait till bend over (There I go) Aiyyo I got a mo ped in Jamaica sittin on (Blaow!) out, guns in the air (Blaow!) guns in the air No Belvedere it's Tiger to get it crackin Aiyyo dread right or I'm a sinner, of the underground swimmers Eat dinner, in of Bob Marley pin up [Chorus: I don't care your bling bling bling Over here we let them things BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! it up BLAOW!!! give it up I don't care about your bling bling Over here we let things ring BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! One time BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! it up [Verse 3: "Jr. Gong" Marley] I neva wonda why so much ganja ya And dem a wonda how so conquer feature Blunt dem so big a a Bunny Bob and Peter Teach it like a teacher preach it a preacher Put you in a Pussy couldn't style mi up plus no under Gimme di gimme di blunt and a sensimillia Gimme di chunks gimme di cup and a couple Jr. Gong di veteran a trouble when mi ya DJ fi fi fan dem inna and di bleacha Jumpin off on di metah , you best yah Babylon a skunk and couldn't get mi neitha ever since a likkle ghetto yute dem get di crippled So mi know seh dem a go get a weopen Everytime when we hear some trippin When a di big ting promote I'm right wid di clip in So smile now yuh flip yuh likkle flippin lippin Got a big forty five it's trigga finga Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh know what's happenin Dem wonderin how yuh get so it's like yuh fat and go gym Get mi girl inna mi cabin and mi stabbin It is dappin jappin it is non stoppin Hey! No pork caan cook inna mi If a gal try dat she's a pigeon woman a tear off mi pants stitchen Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and have recline If a nuh like dat him may end up missin Rastafari dun tell yuh but yuh listen [Outro: Play this on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio