Flash It Inna E

Here it come, special request to E.T. at the control stand Along with man call Junjo Lawes You see that style yah? That style yah cruel Special request to the man call Nicodemus in a New York City Hear it now, star (Boom) Hey-ey-hey, hey-hey-hey-hey-hey (Bummo) Hey-ey-hey, hey-hey-hey-hey-hey (Bummo) Hey-ey-hey, hey-hey-hey-hey-hey (Bummo) Hey-ey-hey, hey-hey-hey-hey-hey Mi flash it in a A, flash it in a B Flash it in a C, all kind of stylee I man are di supa, I go kill you with E What is to be, Rasta know it have fi be Jamaica is an island an' not a country I hope every man, woman an' child will agree Some say dem take twenty dollar wipe dem batty An' never tell you next day dem dead fi hungry Some gone at Ochi fi model with whitee But me an' Welton have dem nuff in New York City An' when we left America, them give we jewelry You think I lie? Look pon Linval an' Tristan P Just wait to rass 'til you sight Nico D Chain line him neck go down to him belly We no watch black an' white, a color TV Jamaican say Zed, American say Zee Gwan mash up di island homosexualitee Some bring it from Panama an' Haiti You happy an' you love it, say murdee (Murdee) Crowd wackad Junjo Lawes, hold dis, say, dem crazy Eighty-three style Tra-la-la, special request to the man call Steve Man call Mellow as di over taker Linval Thompson, Tristan, hold dis Hey-ey-hey, hey-hey-hey-hey-hey (Bummo) Hey-ey-hey, hey-hey-hey-hey-hey (Bummo) Hey-ey-hey, hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey Hey-ey-hey, hey-hey-hey-hey-hey We have di title, di title Nuff police have di title, di title Daddy, listen, dis are bubble, a bubble Mi say, we nah seek no trouble, no trouble But mi say, wha' happen to di posse, di posse Mi say, di whole of dem who waan see, dem waan see Mi say, we nah look nobody, nobody Because body deh a cemetery, a cemetery But let mi tell you, dis are murder, are murder Say, Johnny Ringo in a di area, di area But let mi tell you, say, mi 'bout yah, 'bout yah Under roots an' culture, a culture If you happy, say murdeer (Lord) Johnny Ringo give you style call "The Nicodemus Foreign Style" Say it, wackad Tra-la-la, la-la-la (Hey-a, hey-a, hey-a) Special request to the Maxfield Park posse Crescent posse, Solid Gold posse Stick it up, dis is highway robbery An' Johnny Ringo in a all stylee An' so I say, mi wicked an' wiley (Lord mercy) Mi flash it in a A, flash it in a B Flash it in a C, all kind of stylee What is to be, Rasta know it have fi be Jamaica is an island an' not a country I hope every man, woman an' child will agree Some say dem take twenty dollar wipe dem batty An' never tell you next day dem dead fi hungry Some gone at Ochi fi model with whitee But me an' Welton have dem nuff in New York City An' when we left America, them give we jewelry You think I lie? Look pon Linval an' Tristan P Just wait to rass 'til you sight Nico D Chain line him neck go down to him belly Him no watch black an' white, a color TV Jamaican say Zed, American say Zee Gwan mash up di island homosexualitee Some bring it from Panama an' Haiti Cocaine mix with ganja will make you freaky Bummo an' Chinese bush will make you wreck a veggie But what will make you send a gal down a Jubilee? Six hot Guinness Stout an' a stick of sensi Make you swell up her belly An' then you send her down a Jubilee 'Cause if you happy an' you love it, say murdee