[Redman] come!!!!! [Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, this song on your fuckin radio
[Verse 1: Man] Oh no, another lyrica forty fo' If it gets deep, jump in feet first then yo' nose I'm a beast when you on my toe you hear my whistle 'em hoe, you see my pistol lettin it go I couldn't wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr. Gong So selecta, come it, awww shit it Now y'all done did it, supper y'all come get it Now who 'gon stop me block me pop lock me me Jamaica posse most Haile Selassie Allah willin, another sound boy I'm hot bitch I catch cold or catch feelings The be the ghetto youth And Def Jam y'all know the Man take care of his fam That's what y'all do Examine our skin we to win tell the people we be jammin again
[Verse 2: way for Reggie Hammond I, dig 'em out then tie 'em up for I, shoot at your feet make you start I'm pissin on picnics where ya campin Doctor got the from Ziggy When the zig zag roll rip your zip code Got bitches fucked up off the I tip toe, then wait till they bend (There I go) money I got a mo ped in Jamaica on twenties (Blaow!) out, guns in the air (Blaow!) guns in the air No it's Tiger Bone to get it crackin Aiyyo dread or wrong I'm a sinner, winner of the swimmers Eat dinner, in of Bob Marley pin up
[Chorus: I don't care about your blinb bling Over here we let things ring BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! it up BLAOW!!! give it up I don't care about your blinb bling Over here we let them things BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! One BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! it up
3: Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley] I neva wonda why so much reach ya And dem a how so much conquer feature Blunt dem so big a must fi Bunny,Bob,and Teach it like a preach it like a preacher Put you in a Pussy couldn't mi up plus no under achieve Gimme di rizla gimme di cup and a couple Jr. Gong di veteran a trouble when mi ya DJ fi fi fan dem inna Grandtsand and di Jumpin off the meter, you best yah a smell skunk and couldn't get mi neitha Well ever a likkle ghetto yute dem get mi crippled So mi know seh dem a go get a weopen when we hear some politician trippin When a di big ting I'm right there wid di clip in So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle lippin Got a big forty five it's trigga finga Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't what's happenin Dem wonderin how yuh get so it's like yuh fat and go gym Get mi girl inna mi and mi cabin stabbin It is jappin dappin it is non stoppin Hey! No caan cook inna mi kitchen If a gal try dat she's a dead Well woman a tear off mi pants Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and have switchin If a bwoy nuh dat him may end up missin Rastafari dun tell yuh don't
[Outro: Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this on your fuckin radio