Yeah!
Yes mi lion me name Jr. Gong
Mi unique DJ, dread
Whatch ya
[Verse:]
Well a me name Jr.Gong
Me seh look how mi natty tall
Who nuh know me from dem see me
Me a living top-a-nor
Clarky boot and khaki suit
You think me go a Calabar
Well pitty dem nuh know seh every dreadlocks is a star
Ever quick with the lyrics we never quit when we talk
Fi get hit you haffi fit equipped fi spit a fire ball
City fit inna mi grip and me a squeeze it till it small
Every itty little bitty drip till none nuh left at all
Go flipitty lippy Philip fi mine how him a talk
No pity like yosemite sam when time when we a war
so dem better know wi' vehicle and dem better mark wi' car
And keep a distance__ cause man will full y'uh face a scar
You go run fi the and dem a par
And you run fi the country man dem but a we and dem a par
We a bun' some ganja spliff weh build up bigger then cigar.
[Chorus:]
Watch ya dread
Flash it, flash it, Dreadlocks
Bim!
[Verse:]
And politican a drive dem car
tell dem nuh teer come over here
When when dem touch down pon the ends
You only hear seh war declare
Man clap inna town
And man a clap it inna square
and whole heap a skull a bore and then whole heap a flesh tear
Wait!
Some man a run down grammy fi di gunman fi the year
And a weh mek poor people haffi live it inna fear
One shirt deh pon dem and dem nuh have nothing more fi wear
And man one desert a done and still cannot afford a pair
Cannot find nuh vasoline fi moisturize dem daughter hair
And the bulla price a rise and it nuh dearer than the pear
An' a so mi get fi know seh heads a government nuh care
Cause the money them a share, a crate a Guiness, crate a beer
Cannot pay your little pickney school fee come to end a year
Tell the youth dem seh fi get them education and prepare
Ras Tafari nah go give nuh man no more than he can bear
Catch a fire, it a bun' so tell the 'tican dem beware
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