The girls, the rasta man and them no stop from blood
The silla say I am the tripe of shipwreck
But em para silla say I am conqueror
One can the bombs, potty, then fuck her
Nuff a dem bow feels and nuff a dem bow figure
Bow say the money we get inna the jar
This the profit all a me lie guitar
When me sit from the fire, was a musical war
The corruption it spread out pon the tar
When me sit from the fire, dem no know who dem are
So dem dem a promote and a dem own and star