Kill him and the friend with him gon' leave
I with the fatherhood and I lie and fast and I pray with
Gun on me bust side, stun the night, day with
Gunshot in the top, boy, body like fair wig
Body over the sun, day did I detain it
Cubans
Touch the road, they click them blood
Break, touch the cloud, I'm very proud
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Dasika
Bone them skin like the song me sing
When me done with him, they will think I want him now
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
C'mon, now, stop