Junior Reid - Dancehall City

They don't know about Willie, they don't know about Laba Laba, they don't know about the race, they don't know about the family, they don't know about the feast
If they don't know dancehall, they wouldn't know Gilly Breeze
Dancehall City
Yeah we make it, stack chips, half a chick's curse, we act like thermos, yeah
Inna the city no emperor burn up, yeah me big inna every city so me never nervous, yeah
Inna the city the people serve us, cars just like a hygiene, yes we spray box, yeah
We no figure we no rent Aldina, but in less than 4 years we win the World Cup
Aye, how we make the streets a talk when the bloods dem drop yes the heat is on