[Redman] come!!!!! [Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this on your fuckin radio
[Verse 1: Man] Oh no, another flow forty fo' If it gets deep, jump in first then hold yo' nose I'm a beast when you step on my toe you my whistle 'em hoe, you see my pistol lettin it go I couldn't wait to do a song right, hardly do ya wrong to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr. Gong So selecta, with it, awww shit it Now y'all done did it, supper ready come get it Now who 'gon stop me me pop lock me knock me Jamaica posse most high Haile willin, another sound boy killin I'm hot bitch I catch cold or catch feelings The truth be the youth And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man 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: way for Reggie Hammond I, dig 'em out then tie 'em up for I, shoot at your make you start dancin I'm on your picnics where ya campin Doctor got the from Ziggy When the zig zag I'll rip your zip code Got fucked up off the hypno I tip toe, then wait they bend over (There I go) Aiyyo I got a mo ped in sittin on twenties (Blaow!) out, guns in the air (Blaow!) guns in the air No Belvedere it's Bone to get it crackin dread right or wrong I'm a sinner, of the underground swimmers Eat dinner, in front of Bob pin up
[Chorus: I don't care about blinb bling bling Over here we let them ring BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! it up BLAOW!!! give it up I don't care about blinb bling bling Over we let them things ring BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! One time BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! give it up
[Verse 3: "Jr. Gong" Marley] I wonda why so much ganja reach ya And dem a wonda how so conquer feature dem so big a must fi Bunny,Bob,and Peter Teach it like a preach it like a preacher Put you in a couldn't style mi up plus no under achieve Gimme di rizla gimme di cup and a senorita Jr. Gong di veteran a trouble mi reach ya DJ fi fi fan dem Grandtsand and di bleacha Jumpin off the meter, you best yah Babylon a smell skunk and couldn't get mi Well ever since a ghetto yute dem get mi crippled So mi know seh babylon dem a go get a Everytime when we hear politician trippin When a di big ting promote I'm right there wid di in So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle lippin Got a big forty five trigga finga lickin Then mi buck up yuh so far yuh don't know 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 slappin jappin dappin it is non Hey! No pork cook inna mi kitchen If a gal try dat she's a dead Well a tear off mi pants stitchen Natty dreadlocks inna di and have recline switchin If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up dun tell yuh don't listen
[Outro: Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin