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Royal Fam - Acid lyrics
[Mighty Jarrett] Nuff killin dis year Acid bu'n dem skin, we nah run fa dem Ya done know? Me say, Dubplate pop off, nuff sound drop off One man let off, de next one jet off We hot like peppa, sound boy ruffa In a dance hall know de whole place wet up Gal a get wet up, true me have pen, inspecta Rob it up, stab it up, ruffneck Neva leave off de rubba Melly's are cryin, scream to ya motha True Don Dada, melt ya like butta Eat a worm me oughta, style gone popular Bite ya like Dracula, see ya like binoculars F.B.I. plottin us, ain't nuttin stoppin us Superduper fabulous, this a one, ya murderers Whole world 'fraid of us, Babylon scared of us Bad man officas partin, you know me have to partin Catalon' me callin, neva stop de chatta Make the black man fallin, all in togetha, unified foreva Bonified brotha, just like de weatha Whateva, wheneva, ya ready? Acme break the Dreddy, oh we kill Eddie, bad man spreadsheet Dubplate heavy, heavy, heavy [Chorus - Mighty Jarrett] Acid, bu'n down de whole place rapid Acid, in a dancehall we have ta drop it Acid, Dubplate gone 'pon de market Acid, de gal dem like it and love it Acid, selecta in me, here have it Acid, in a dancehall dem have ta drop it Acid, Dubplate gone 'pon de market Acid, bu'n down de whole place rapid [Mighty Jarrett] Well, I am all dry, yes I, the most high Must I, have to shot a man? I'm right, aight? Sound guy, don't try, to test I Know I, from Bed-stuy, we're alright If ya like, our sound, wave ya hand all around Dubplate on the ground, make a sound hap' around Ya know me have to raise me gun Nuff shot we have ta done, hear he a champion Upset de Babylon, true dem nah undastand Ruffneck raggaman, make de girl and have some fun Dubplate numba one, whole world have de gun Know me ready to smoke a blunt, chocolate tai like a skunk Will want anotha one, pass it off to betta mon Roll up de next one, quick make me flex 'pon Dubplate Connection, Royal Fam invention But weed make me mention, dancehall affection I get me 'no' weapon, pon, pon Chorus [Mighty Jarrett] Me said, well dem make me kill dem, me have a lost friend Bredren warn dem before we have a problem Ya done know, how we got when we have ta start again Dat me nah have ta offa dem, write it down upon de pen Selecta of de dividend, threw him like how it end Check out de violin, word up, it's murderin Double up, buckle up, ya done know how it got Sound boy murdera, neva eva heard a ya Which part ya come from, down in de Brooklyn Run from de come from, we don't run from Babylon Show dem de Rahmaddan, grand slam wit me song Yes mon me own a run, this one ya at mon This you know it cut, when me start me nah stop Reggae hip-hop if you really wanna rock Dem ya have ta get got, in a record shop DVD 'pon stocks, if ya can't talk All a mine forgot, acid bu'n ya skin true me yardie, yardbox Sell pine get dem, me nah left de tracks Fling true, Dubplate and all ya head back Sound boy ya get wet when ya hear God talk You know me nah laugh, here down dancehall, hall, hall Chorus |
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