Then you shouldn't shut off, you must stop the bitching
Now you're going loose, get bros, your body missing when we sing
And then a punk diss, if we go down and make him feel the sequence
Rum, pa-pa-pum-pum-pum
And if we turn down the heat, we bust it on the same frequency
Rum, pa-pa-pum-pum-pum
Cause in this albacore, we make him run through the back fence
Rum, pa-pa-pum-pum-pum
We no love it when it come, we love the place when it's real tense
Rum, pa-pa-pum-pum-pum
And for them I say them a king, but them a king can't sing
For years I've gave them a clear run