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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Who Say (Big Man Nuh Cry) - Lyrics - Buju Banton

Title: Who Say (Big Man Nuh Cry)
Artist: Buju Banton
Composer(s): Donovan Germain, Beresford Hammond, Mark Anthony Myrie

Lyric:
Watch this Beres
Woman sing all about dere wanting this
Hear why

Thought I could live without you
(Eh, eh)

Thought everything would be fine
Saw nothing special about you
But still you were plauging my mind
I used to take you for granted

You were the last name in my life
Presently you're the most wanted
At the top of my life and it was yesterday when
I saw you down my lady

You were with my best friend
(Jealousy reign)
All
(Trop-a-tane?)
(Talking game)

(And!)
And now I'm falling in love all over again, yeah
How could I ever doubt that you were my friend?

(I'm)
Falling in love
(Falling)
All over again
(Over and over, watch this)
How could I ever doubt that you were my friend?
(Beres!)

Who say that big man don't cry?
Yuh never miss di water till yuh well run dry
Could yuh find it in yuh heart
To give me one more try

I won't abuse the situation, this time I won't lie
By mi nightly conversation also mi lullaby
Well she squeeze orange juice
An mi eggs well fried

Garments well cleaned from mi socks to mi tie
She's a friend, also a lover
Dat mean me not feel shy, me express meself
Straight up to the sky
(Oh)

Who say that big man don't cry?
Yuh never miss di water till yuh well run dry
(Me say)
Who say that big man don't cry?

Now I'm falling in love all over again
(It's only natural)
How could I ever doubt that you were my friend?
(Eh, eh)

(But I'm)
Falling in love
All over again
(As I was saying)
How could I ever doubt that you were my friend?
(Watch this!

Woman unleash all yuh sweet chat
An how yuh massage mi back
Heap on mi advices
(A jan tar?)
Mi get dat

Woman want affection so me dem fill up pon
Through mi ignorance, mi never understand
I gwan take time out to show me love motion
An make yuh know we cyaan

Stop correspond, I am di greatest loverboy
In all di island put on ya slipper
Put time ya gwan run
Hear me out

Woman I'll make you understand
Even the wisest man, the great King Solomon
Hear 'bout him dickie and get a run back
Dats how him lost his thought inna di great Babylon
(So me say)

Who say that big man don't cry?
I learn the hard way
Woman don't ask me why
(Oh)

Who say that big man don't cry?
Come down Beres Hammond
Come, tell the world, why

And now I'm falling in love all over again, yeah
How could I ever doubt
(How could I?)
That you were my friend?
(He's a friend also a lover)

I'm falling in love
(Never could dem fool dem bowcat?)
All over again
How could I ever doubt that you were my friend
(Watch this!)

All over the earth
Di woman dem God bless upon di laugh fi man
Di man a make dem tax it
One time yuh hurt dem feeling and make dem flex

But a making a part that is the greatest
Dis 'cause matters
(Over cuppa)
Tell ya kiss and caress waan Buju Banton
Dem make yuh ask fi best

(Tell me)
Who say that big man don't cry?
I've learned the hard way
Don't ask the DJ why

Who say that big man don't cry?
Don't make me ask him
Beres him no stop cry

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Til I'M Laid To Rest - Lyrics - Buju Banton

Title: Til I'M Laid To Rest
Artist: Buju Banton
Composer(s): Mark Myrie, Paul Crosdale, Bobby Dixon, Melbourne George Miller, Donald Dennis

Lyric:
'Til I'm laid to rest, yes
Always be depressed
There's no life in the West
I know the East is the best
All the propaganda they spread
Tongues will have to confess

I'm in bondage living is a mess
I've got to rise up alleviate the stress
No longer will I expose my weakness
He who seeks knowledge begins with humbleness

Work 7 to 7 but I'm still penniless
All the food upon my table Massa God bless
Holler for the needy and shelter less
Ethiopia awaits all prince and princess

'Til I'm laid to rest, yes
Always be depressed
There's no life in the West
I know the East is the best, yes
Propaganda they spread
Tongues will have to confess

What coube so bad about the East, everybody wants a piece
Africa for Africans, Marcus Mosiah speak
Unification outnumbers defeat
What a day when we walk down Redemption Street

Banner on heads Bible inna we hands
One and all lets trod the promised land
Buju go down a Congo stopped in Shashamane Land
The city of Harare where Selassie come from

In Addis Ababa then Batswana
Left Kenya end up in Ghana
Oh, what a beauty my eyesight behold
Only Ethiopia protect me from the cold

'Til I'm laid to rest, yes
Always be depressed
There's no life in the West
I know the East is the best
All the propaganda they spread
Tongues will have to confess

Organize and centralize come as one
Our seeds shall be so many more than sand
Some new and replenish pure and clean heart
For too long we've been under this band

Some a save a bag a riches, yet they die empty hand
Go on saying I'm stupid and laugh all you can
Easier for a camel to go through a needle eye
Than a rich man to enter a Zion
Take it from I man
So

'Til I'm laid to rest, yes
Always be depressed
There's no life in the West
I know the East is the best
All the propaganda they spread
Tongues will have to confess

I'm in bondage living is a mess
I've got to rise up alleviate the stress
No longer will I expose my weakness
He who seeks knowledge begins with humbleness

Work 7 to 7 but I'm still penniless
All the food upon my table Massa God bless
Holler for the needy and shelter less
Ethiopia awaits all prince and princess

'Til I'm laid to rest, yes
Always be depressed
There's no life in the West
I know the East is the best
All the propaganda they spread
Tongues will have to confess

What coube so bad about the East, everybody wants a piece
Africa for Africans, Marcus Mosiah speak
Unification outnumbers defeat
What a day when we walk down Redemption Street

Banner on heads Bible inna we hands
One and all lets trod the promised land
Buju go down a Congo stopped in Shashamane Land
The city of Harare where Selassie com from

In Addis Ababa then Batswana
Left Kenya end up in Ghana
Oh, what a beauty my eyesight behold
Only Ethiopia protect me from the cold

'Til I'm laid to rest, yes
Always be depressed
There's no life in the West
I know the East is the best
All the propaganda they spread
Tongues will have to confess

I've got nice centralize come as one

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Only Man - Lyrics - Buju Banton

Title: Only Man
Artist: Buju Banton
Composer(s): Dave Kelly, Mark Myrie

Lyric:
Love you like Jesus loves us all

I would like to be your honey
In your life I want to be only man
Real quality time and affection
One man can't run her locked combination
All she's looking, she can see the Mr.Man

Tear up resume burn up application
One look she take and mi fit the position
No matter who is in the way
Run waythe little man
Buju have the slam to rock you all night long
Woman I see trouble
To how my heart a bubble
Something must be wrong
Juggle me a juggle
Still can hold my hand

I would like to be your honey
In your life I want to be only man
Real quality time and affection
One man can't run her locked combination
All she's looking, she can see the Mr.Man

Whole heap a them come bout
But them no ready
Check them out, them is a mess
Don't want no bag a problem and stress
Loving excess, kill you with happiness
Stick to the ragga and you wouldn't want to leave
This is no poppy show
Tell you man him get blow
Rude boy visit yard him no tip toe

I would like to be your honey
In your life I want to be only man
Real quality time and affection
One man can't run her locked combination
All she's looking, she can see the Mr.Man

Why you refuse to humble
Your hears to my cry
Feel I only want you because of your needle eye
Wrote many notes but you didn't reply
Walked off my boot heel
To show that I am a nice guy
Woman the little love
Me can't wait to pacify
I cry and bawl til me well dry
Anytime me see you
I rail up high
Temperature rise and me naw stop cry

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Hills And Valleys - Lyrics - Buju Banton

Title: Hills And Valleys
Artist: Buju Banton
Composer(s): Mark Myrie, Donovan Germain

Lyric:
Only Rasta can liberate the people
Over hills and valleys too
Don't let them fool you
Don't believe for a minute that they are with you
Jah free the people
Over hills and valleys too
Don't let them fool you
Don't believe for a minute, they don't like you

Why try to make I unhappy?
Really I don't know
If it was up to them, my friend
We would never see the sun nor the snow
Through that mystical communication within

We keep on comin' together
I love to see brothers and sisters
Lookin' out for one another
That's the way it should be
Not contrary, stop tearin' down each other

Only Rasta free the people
Over hills and valleys too
Don't let them fool you
Don't believe one minute that they are with you
Jah free the people
Over hills and valleys too
Don't let them fool you
Don't believe for a minute that they are with you

Hard drugs won't do
You're just behavin' like they want you to, yeah
I said, "Arrogance is much different from ignorance"
And I know you feel the same way too

Many live this life without having a clue
No reason why they are so sad and blue
Places to go so much things to do
Not a moment to reflect on the cycle of life, yeah

Oh free the people
Over hills and valleys too
Don't let them fool you
Don't believe for a minute that they are with you
Jah free the people
Over hills and valleys too
Don't let them fool you
Don't believe one minute, they don't like you

It hard, it hard, it hard, yeah
Make them know we waan go home a we yard
It hard, it hard, it hard, let them know
Let them know we waan go home a we yard
It hard, it hard, it hard, hey ya
Let them know we waan go home a we yard
It hard, it hard, it hard, oh God
We waan go home

Only Rasta free the people
Over hills and valleys too
Don't let them fool you
Don't believe for a minute, that they are with you
Jah free the people
Those over hills and valleys too
Don't let them fool you
Don't they believe one minute, they don't like you

Why try to make I unhappy?
Du, du, du, du, I don't know
If it was up to them my friend
We would never see the sun nor the snow
Through that mystical communication within

We keep on comin' together
And I love to see brothers and sisters
Lookin' out for one another
That is the way it should be
Not contrary, stop tearin' down each other

Look around, oh free the people
Over hills and valleys too
Don't let them fool you
Don't believe for a minute, they don't like you
Jah free the people
Over hills and valleys too
Don't let them fool you
Don't they believe one minute, they don't like you

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Destiny - Lyrics - Buju Banton

Title: Destiny
Artist: Buju Banton
Composer(s): Donovan Germain, Mark Anthony Myrie

Lyric:
The rich man's wealth is in the city
Destruction of the poor is his poverty
Destruction of your soul is vanity

Do you hear?
I and I, I wanna rule my destiny
I and I, I wanna rule my destiny

Destiny, mama look from when you call me
Destiny, mama look from when you calling
I wanna rule my destiny
Yeah, yeah, oh, help I please, Jah Jah, mek mi rule

I've been blessed I've been touch, I love Jah so much
They keep fighting me I'm not giving up
May the realms of Zion fill my spiritual cup
Wisdom overstanding can never be too much
Give I protection Day and night

Destiny, mama look from when you call me
Destiny, mama look from when you calling
I wanna rule my destiny
Yeah, yeah, oh, help I please, Jah Jah, mek mi rule

Cast away their cords from us
You have them in the region in the valley of decision
Restraining the heathen with a rod of iron
You know not the destiny of a next man
Why hold him set him free too long

My destination is homeward bound
Though force try to hold I down
Breaking chains has become the norm
I know I must get through no matter what a gwaan

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Hush Baby Hush - Lyrics - Buju Banton

Title: Hush Baby Hush
Artist: Buju Banton
Composer(s): Mark Myrie, Maurice Williams

Lyric:
Yeah, big surprise
I guess you didn't realize the size

Hush baby, hush

Gal I neva know it woulda hurt you so much
Natural stuff dash way the stone broke-up the brush
Man, well, rough woman no stop, request the wuk
Yes, she have fi bawl, fi the pillow

Bedroom destruction, woman, you man a killa
Have fi give it up when she see the ragga ragga
Wicked on the trigger, man is a good digger
Woman a wiggle just a jiggle, a cry you get bigga

Where have you been you jolly bad fellow?
Instantly the woman she ketch asthma
Who tell the gal fi go unveil the arrow?
Ambulance wouldn't come
Dem hafi send fi de barrow

Hush baby, hush

Never hesitate to set straight the matter
Big man don't have to masturbate
Caw wah jus look pon big body pam and
Sexy body marcia

The amount a woman in a the world, mi eyes in a drama
Girl, a run mi dung just a like a hot lava
Holiday a come and every woman want a llama

Face look great and her face, it's a blaster
Style is your motto and for fashion you
Are the master, so hush, baby

Hush baby, hush

Rain start to fall, your inner nature start to call
You need a good soccer player to kick the football
Direct free kick, curve it around the defense
Ball it, itch-up in a the net, sheet and pillow applaud

Fling weh de lock, not even matter 'bout the draw
The door, mek sure it lock with the key
Bangarang in the room between you and me

Hush baby, hush

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

One To One - Lyrics - Buju Banton

Title: One To One
Artist: Buju Banton
Composer(s): Bobby Dixon, Donovan Germain, Mark Anthony Myrie

Lyric:
Dum, da da dum
Da da dum dum, dum da dum
Da da da dum, da da dum
Are you listenin'?

What are you doin' tonight?
Are you alone?
Thoughts of you come over my mind
I miss you to the bone

I'd like to come on over
Been in exile and discover, girl
We need to have a one to one
Me an you, we really do
We should have a one to one

I know that I say
We've got so much things to talk about
We must get together to sort it out
If in your mind you have some doubts
Come and let me show you what I'm about

We need to have a one to one
Oh girl, no denyin'
We should have a one to one

And I want you know that
I would not mislead you like those other guys do
I wouldn't use you, count on me
My love will always be true

All I ask of you, woman
Is to be pure and true, just you be pure and true
If you can do that woman
Then I, I say yeah

We should have a one to one
Oh yeah, we really do, girl
We should have a one to one
Oh, right then talk to me

What are you doing tonight?
Honey, are you alone?
The thought of you come over my mind
I miss you to the bone

I'd like to come on over
Been in exile and discover, girl
We should have a one to one
Me and you, we really do
We need to have a one to one

And I tell you once more
So much things to talk about
Come, come, come, let us get together to sort it out
If in your mind you have some doubt
Then woman, let me show you what I'm about

We should have a one to one
Me and you, take my hand
We need to have a one to one
Put your faith in I 'cause

I wouldn't mislead you like those other guys do
I wouldn't use you, count on me
This love will always be true, yeah

We should have a one to one
Oh, lovely woman, I say, yeah
We need to have a one to one
Oh, right then, then

Da da dum dum, dum da dum
Dum da dum, da da dum
Da dum dum, dum da dum, hey

So much things to talk about
Come, come, let's get together, sort it out
If in your mind you have some doubt
Come, come, come and let me show you
What I'm about, yeah, yah

We should have a one to one
Me and you, we really do
We need to have a one to one
Call me anytime
What are you doin' tonight?

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Listen To Dj'S - Lyrics - Wonders Of The World - Long Beach Dub Allstars

Title: Listen To Dj'S
Album: Wonders Of The World
Artist: Long Beach Dub Allstars
Composer(s): Marshall Goodman, Opie Ortiz, Richard Smith, Eric Wilson

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Lyric:
You have to listen to DJ's from the old days
No matter where you're from this music's gonna play
Might be on your sound crash on every Friday
So listen what your DJ plays

You got echo Minot, no lazy bodies
It's major worries, and his little Rosie
Admiral Bailey and his big belly
Josie Wales says no wrong free call me
King Kong sings a song called 'Trouble Again'

Wayne Smith, Peter Metro, and Charlie Chaplain
Early B, Coca Tea, Brigadier Jerry, Tiger
Papa Son, and mister Wilton Ire
Mad Cobra sings, 'Flex' it's time to have sex
Tristan Palm and entertainment
Seen yellow man's maze, on Blueberry Hill
Mega bonton and some bouyaa for you

You have to listen to DJ's from all the old days
No matter where you're from this music's gonna play
Might be on your radio on every Sunday
So listen what your DJ plays

So listen what your DJ plays

U Roy will be gone by the end of the day
Michigan and Smiley in a different style
Bur Banton you know he's got skills
General Trees chop out your 50 dollar bills

Tenor Saw, General Echo, and Papa [Incomprehensible]
Cutty Ranks, Jah Thomas he's the virgin
Cutty Ranks, Buju Banton, Tippa Ire, alright
Super Cat, sizzle big up to half pint

You've got to listen to DJ's from across the globe
Because this kind of music it'll never get old
Might be on your radio every Sunday
So listen what your DJ plays

You've got to listen to DJ's from across the globe
Because this kind of music it'll never get old
Might be on your radio every Sunday
So listen what your DJ plays

Yami Bolo, Johnny Osborne and Risto Benji
Sassafras, Big Youth and Daddy Freddy
Chaka Demus, Junior Reed a man called Frankie Paul
Shine head, Major Mackerel all rock the dance hall
All rock the dance hall, all rock the dance hall

You've got to listen to DJ's from across the globe
Because this kind of music it'll never get old
Might be on your radio every Sunday
So listen what your DJ plays

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Love And Inity - Lyrics - Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

Title: Love And Inity
Artist: Damian "Junior Gong" Marley
Composer(s): Damian Marley

Lyric:
Down through the roots of the one called King David
Down through the roots of the one called King David
Down through the roots of the one called King David

Now I say love and harmony, is what we need upon the street
Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet
Because they trod the rocky road
Because they trod the rocky road

Yes, I say love and harmony, is what we need upon the street
Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet
Because they trod the rocky road
Oh, yes, they trod the rocky road

Now mi sey when the base is heavy, mi sidung pon the rhythm
Militant soldier, no go deal with isim skism
Now when the drummer steady, him lock on with the rhythm
Militant soldier ,naw go deal with isim skism

Now praise up the Almighty, no deal with devilism
Fi Almighty works I and I naw go put no critism
Now praise up the Almighty, no deal with devilism
Rasta livity a no rastafarism

Now love and harmony, is wey we need upon the street
Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet
Because they trod the rocky road
Because they trod the rocky road

Now I say love and inity, is wey we need upon the street
Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet
Because they trod the rocky road
Because they trod the rocky road

Now mi sey when the base is heavy, we lay pon the rhythm
Militant soldier, no go deal with isim skism
Now when the drummer steady, him lock on with the rhythm
Militant soldier, naw go deal with isim skism

Now praise up the Almighty, no deal with devilism
Watch the ghetto youths as keep being only victims
Love up the Almighty, no deal with devilism
Rasta livity a no rastafarism no

Love and inity, is what we need upon the street
Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet
Because they trod the rocky road
Oh yes they trod the rocky road

Now I say love and inity, is what we need upon the street
Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet
Because they trod the rocky road
Because they trod the rocky road

Bim bam bam scabolee
Pat go tell Pam and Pam tell Beverly
And Beverly, she gone tell everybody
Yes, a Beverly gone tell everybody

Well, tell 'bout 'Works To Do' by Ziggy Marley
Buju Banton raggamuffin with the Do Ray Me
'Loving Clear' by Ju Ju Royalty
Under the Maestro with I 'My Daddy'

Well, love and inity, is what we need upon the street
Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet
Because they trod the rocky road
Because they trod the rocky road

Now I say love and harmony, is what we need upon the street
Got to get a place fi ghetto youths fi rest dem feet
Because they got to easy load

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Flexi With Da Tech (Nique) - Lyrics - Artifact

Title: Flexi With Da Tech (Nique)
Artist: Artifact
Composer(s): Rahem Ross Brown, Todd Ray, William E Williams

Lyric:
I diss batty bwoys like Buju Banton, rippin' wanton destruction
Sag my pants to stop the suction plus it's quicker when I'm fuckin'
Split Dutch Master faster I puff izz that causes asthma as dust
Some say from NJ, quick to give up papes

Beef'll keep it street, defeat niggaz who sleep
Or reap the concrete status kick your ass with my apparatus
Those who oppose this, split their shit like Moses
My written tabs is rippin' fags and the whole bit

I murder mics and tape decks, so check it while I wrecks it
Far from junkies keep it real because I'm hungry like the Bundy's
Got more rumble than thunder crumple chumps like they was paper
Eight for keys make G's but One of Tame made these

Conjunction junction what's your function on the real
My mass appeal is real I swim through beats like Navy Seals
Irregular, my style, suckers competitors who think they better?
I knit my skit, like my Grandma's sweater

Nuts who want to inflict, harm against the charmer
Best to rest their case because I wear medieval armor
To protect my subjects, my style's quite hard
Never could you copy 'cause my style's quite odd

Select the best concepts, context to rhyme text
Plus a twenty dollar bet, niggaz flexi wit da tech

The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?

The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?

I rip rhyme charts apart, I jump start on the gunner
Arrest niggaz like Honda from the under never blunder
Wonder if I get stiff, I'm bound to catch an L
Nah, never that I'm down with Tame, I'm MC El

Lately playin' Hurricane G demos in my Walkman
I walk and I talk and read issues of The Source and
Check out the dreadlocks in Bedrock puffin' indo
By the branch like plants and do the cypher dance

Then it's back to the set to write raps about my eps
Takin' tokes for the stress as I get flexi wit da tech
I whip the lyrics up like batter chatters on the verge
I sink all ships and watch you crabs submerge

In the depths of the boat doper ropes to distort
All sorts of brothers who abuse my styles I must abort
I do jobs like miles around the necks of the title
I win it hands down and pants down 'cause I'm vital

The tech might you wanna get mad, now freak the plannin'
Plus, I flips it skip the handscans I'm woozy when I'm splifted
Yeah, still high the ill fly, red eye rundown a semi automatic
Artifact with knaps causin' heart attacks

To critics and honeydips, who jeered on my lyrics
And slept when I dropped that do you wanna hear it?
'Cause from sun up to sundown, my eyes are red and rundown
I still smoke a pound if strong peeps hit the town

I'm flexible like every female huxtable was fuckable
Impeccable, dispicable, on point like a decimal
Point twice the joint jumper nicest with the mic device
Mighty like Isis, gimme boom I rips a crisis with the stress
Unless I'm gettin' flexi wit da tech

The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?

The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?
The tech's technique 'cause he's a technician
One two, whatcha gonna do?

One two, whatcha gonna do?
One two, whatcha gonna do?

Shut up, you're talkin' too loud, you're talkin' too loud
Peace to the whole city of Newark
One two, whatcha gonna do?
One two, whatcha gonna do?

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Traffic Jam - Damian - Lyrics - Mind Control - Stephen Marley

Title: Traffic Jam - Damian
Album: Mind Control
Artist: Stephen Marley
Composer(s): Damian Robert Nes Marley, Stephen Marley

Lyric:
Cho, stabba, dom
(Yeah)
Stabba, labba, dom
(Hear that)

Stooby, labba, labba, dom, ram
Labba, babba, labba, labba, dom, I say
(Watch mi lion)

Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom

This is ragamuffin from the ghetto yutes camp
Anyway mi go, mi she, mi must leff, mi stamp
Marijuana weh, mi smoke dem, seh too ignorant
Just some odda day, some puff a whole mek fi one

Then mi bredda Juju and mi idren name Don
Bounce and listen to gong when mashin' up di traffic jam
Police pull mi over talkin' 'bout him smell bud
From mi look inna him face and know this bwoy have a plan

Juju touch mi pon my shoulda, seh di bwoy a demon
First ting him waan to know is where dat smell is comin' from
Are you smokin' marijuana and I said, yes I am
True him, seh, some man trance, seh, it cost a couple grand

Him seh mek mi see di license and registration
And where are yuh headed? What's yuh occupation?
Dun know, seh, ragamuffin nah go answer question
As is says on the paper, read di information

From mi, nah go tek nuh switch or interrogation
So book mi, if yuh book mi carry dung a station
Mek mi show dem, how we did it inna style and pattern

Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom

I'm di judge, di lawyer Juve, I'm my own bails man
And if yuh check it out dat would be my station
Mi she, sekkle Juju royal for yah run England
And when mi plane land yuh, nah go thru nuh customs

This is ragamuffin inna different pattern
Mi nuh go inna nuh session unless it conk and ram
And from yuh see we face and wanna ask a question
And anywhere we go we haffi ra pa pom, pom

Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom

Well, if a ganja dem a look fah, dem know where to find us
Well, we a nuh criminal, seh, Rasta ever righteous
Some bwoy a scope out di ride a we drive and puff
And him jealous a we seh shine and buff
And him jealous a we seh shine and buff

Well, from him look inna di car and how di interior plush
And look upon di rims, how dem full out and flush
And scope out we jewels him a wonda how much

And him jealous well then prize caan touch
(Why)
And him jealous well then prize caan touch
(Ragga now)

Then mi seh royal have a new tune fi rise and buss
And there extra large size muffin dem a light up
A bwoy dig dung di car until him find some stuff

And him jealous a we so rank and 'nuff
(Lawd)
And him jealous a we so rank and 'nuff

Hin exact 'cau a few stripes deh pon him shoulda
'Cau him too par wid we, we deh when demus show love
Give dem couple CD, some promo photos
Now him jealous 'cau everybody knows us
Now him jealous 'cau everybody shows love

Yo some feel di wey yuh pass and dem a smile and blush
And true dem see some man a star
Dem could a have a light crush

Now him jealous now even twice as much
(Hear dat)
Now di bwoy jealous now even twice as much
(Lawd)

It's just a minor set backa who yuh waan call up
Every month then di super get a ting fold up
Seh natty dreadlocks nah wear handcuffs
Seh any kind a cuff it haffi diamond cuff

Go tell dem every month then di super get a ting fold up
Seh easy papa muffin yuh ruffa than ruff
And sekkle Juju Royal, yuh tuffa than tuff

And tell dem seh natty dreadlocks nah wear handcuffs
Always stick togetha even when time tuff
Bwoy yuh brighta tink a shine and puff, sekkle

Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom

How do you plea? Not guilty
Your honor, I think you and your entire organization
Is corrupt and filthy
Herb must be burn, Lawd

Dem seh yuh a di herbsman and mi a di farmer
And anywey mi go marijuana deh pon di corner
Jah know, I seh di good sensimelia
Then Rastaman, yuh must glow

Hey seh yuh a di herbsman and mi a di farmer
And anywey mi go ganja must deh pon di corner
Jah know, a just di good sensimelia
Then Rastaman, yuh must glow

Yo it's a spiritual lift and we nuh tink 'bout traffic
Di scent a mi herbs, Babylon tek sip
To kill every herb seed dat is there wish
Mek a violation all because a one spliff

Di AC mek mi high when a sweat start drip
Cough mi nuh illy 'cau mi know mi nuh sick
Outlaw chemist who use two chalice
Spliff inna mi hand, mi have mi ting pon, mi hip

Move dem mek di rudebwoy flash it and dash it
Mek nuh mistake it a automatic
Fools they crush and mi seh eediat panic
Spliff deh inna mi hand man a move like bionic
Go deh Buju Banton wid a musical gift
Ragga muffin pass di chalice and dash mi and spliff and just

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Traffic Jam [Multimedia Track] - Damian - Lyrics - Mind Control - Stephen Marley

Title: Traffic Jam [Multimedia Track] - Damian
Album: Mind Control
Artist: Stephen Marley
Composer(s): Damian Robert Nes Marley, Stephen Marley

Lyric:
Cho, stabba, dom
(Yeah)
Stabba, labba, dom
(Hear that)

Stooby, labba, labba, dom, ram
Labba, babba, labba, labba, dom, I say
(Watch mi lion)

Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom

This is ragamuffin from the ghetto yutes camp
Anyway mi go, mi she, mi must leff, mi stamp
Marijuana weh, mi smoke dem, seh too ignorant
Just some odda day, some puff a whole mek fi one

Then mi bredda Juju and mi idren name Don
Bounce and listen to gong when mashin' up di traffic jam
Police pull mi over talkin' 'bout him smell bud
From mi look inna him face and know this bwoy have a plan

Juju touch mi pon my shoulda, seh di bwoy a demon
First ting him waan to know is where dat smell is comin' from
Are you smokin' marijuana and I said, yes I am
True him, seh, some man trance, seh, it cost a couple grand

Him seh mek mi see di license and registration
And where are yuh headed? What's yuh occupation?
Dun know, seh, ragamuffin nah go answer question
As is says on the paper, read di information

From mi, nah go tek nuh switch or interrogation
So book mi, if yuh book mi carry dung a station
Mek mi show dem, how we did it inna style and pattern

Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom

I'm di judge, di lawyer Juve, I'm my own bails man
And if yuh check it out dat would be my station
Mi she, sekkle Juju royal for yah run England
And when mi plane land yuh, nah go thru nuh customs

This is ragamuffin inna different pattern
Mi nuh go inna nuh session unless it conk and ram
And from yuh see we face and wanna ask a question
And anywhere we go we haffi ra pa pom, pom

Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom

Well, if a ganja dem a look fah, dem know where to find us
Well, we a nuh criminal, seh, Rasta ever righteous
Some bwoy a scope out di ride a we drive and puff
And him jealous a we seh shine and buff
And him jealous a we seh shine and buff

Well, from him look inna di car and how di interior plush
And look upon di rims, how dem full out and flush
And scope out we jewels him a wonda how much

And him jealous well then prize caan touch
(Why)
And him jealous well then prize caan touch
(Ragga now)

Then mi seh royal have a new tune fi rise and buss
And there extra large size muffin dem a light up
A bwoy dig dung di car until him find some stuff

And him jealous a we so rank and 'nuff
(Lawd)
And him jealous a we so rank and 'nuff

Hin exact 'cau a few stripes deh pon him shoulda
'Cau him too par wid we, we deh when demus show love
Give dem couple CD, some promo photos
Now him jealous 'cau everybody knows us
Now him jealous 'cau everybody shows love

Yo some feel di wey yuh pass and dem a smile and blush
And true dem see some man a star
Dem could a have a light crush

Now him jealous now even twice as much
(Hear dat)
Now di bwoy jealous now even twice as much
(Lawd)

It's just a minor set backa who yuh waan call up
Every month then di super get a ting fold up
Seh natty dreadlocks nah wear handcuffs
Seh any kind a cuff it haffi diamond cuff

Go tell dem every month then di super get a ting fold up
Seh easy papa muffin yuh ruffa than ruff
And sekkle Juju Royal, yuh tuffa than tuff

And tell dem seh natty dreadlocks nah wear handcuffs
Always stick togetha even when time tuff
Bwoy yuh brighta tink a shine and puff, sekkle

Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Pom, rom, pa, ba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom
Babba, dom, ba, dabba, dom, ba, dom, ba, ba, dom

How do you plea? Not guilty
Your honor, I think you and your entire organization
Is corrupt and filthy
Herb must be burn, Lawd

Dem seh yuh a di herbsman and mi a di farmer
And anywey mi go marijuana deh pon di corner
Jah know, I seh di good sensimelia
Then Rastaman, yuh must glow

Hey seh yuh a di herbsman and mi a di farmer
And anywey mi go ganja must deh pon di corner
Jah know, a just di good sensimelia
Then Rastaman, yuh must glow

Yo it's a spiritual lift and we nuh tink 'bout traffic
Di scent a mi herbs, Babylon tek sip
To kill every herb seed dat is there wish
Mek a violation all because a one spliff

Di AC mek mi high when a sweat start drip
Cough mi nuh illy 'cau mi know mi nuh sick
Outlaw chemist who use two chalice
Spliff inna mi hand, mi have mi ting pon, mi hip

Move dem mek di rudebwoy flash it and dash it
Mek nuh mistake it a automatic
Fools they crush and mi seh eediat panic
Spliff deh inna mi hand man a move like bionic
Go deh Buju Banton wid a musical gift
Ragga muffin pass di chalice and dash mi and spliff and just

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