Lyrics
Bree come!
I think I'll show satisfaction beyond here
I need to really go back where I really feel so free
Cah when we take a mic on top, pretty girl, stop the rushing pop, hey!
You got to rock, hey!
You got to roll
Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-ah!
Yeah!
Cah dreadlocks is a sign of Jah love
Big it off, natcha, mi is a blessed from above
So I don't need to chat, I beg you rock on, go mean
Say we no dread, no white, no say yes, be inna my bredren
Stangbiddilybiddilybiddilybomberomberom
Br-r-r-r-ly-ly-ly-ly, ly, ly, ly, natcha
Say, you got to live up culture, say you got to know your mind
Say, look inside yourself, a take me back, do you find?
Say, dreadlocks ain't a fashion, it's a sign of Jah pride
You don't buy them from a shop, I say they grow from inside
A br-r-r-ly bom, bom, stangbiddilybiddilybom, br-r-r-r-r-r-r-ah!
Natcha man!
Say, listen, I man, I say, straight a rock, me women not a lock
This loving a me have to knock, me faith in Jah is strong
Me can't go wrong, hey!
Stangberongberingbombererlybom, hey!
Bomberomberlybomberlybomberom, right!
Natcha man!
Cah, listen, me love forty-five, ah, with a LP
Say, anyway me chat, me people bawl fi me
So we no disco beat, ah, with a rub-a-dub
Me chat if a no vinyl, we de back of culture
Go br-r-r-ly bawl, br-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-ah!
Tongbiddilybiddilybom, bom, bom, stangbiddilybiddilybom, right!
Natcha man!
So why, why Jah Jah, why you with your style all on your own?
Is that make up the truth, though you deh pon the microphone?
Well, I man Pupa Krush, I go fi mash it and go home
Me grow, me not a long, dem never come, dem never come
Because me bad, bad, bad, boy, bomberomberomberly, say me bad, right!
Natcha man!
Say, you keep a session, you want it fi come
Just call me pon the microphone, I'll make up fi me top
Because me brawlin' de whole a de future, wo-wo-wo
Brawlin' de whole a de future, stangbrrlybrrlybom, bom
Bomberongberrlybomberlybrrlybom, right, brrlybom, right
Brrlybomberlybrrlybrrlybrrlybrrly, weh!
Say, me feel bad, so
Natcha man!
Cah, listen, some a say me bad, and enough a say me nice
But one thing me know, you got to love a fi me voice
Say, from you hear me chat, you say, "Fi Jesus Christ!"
Say, make it bad, so, stangbiddilybom, me tell you, can't be my love
Weh!
Natcha man!
This a sparring, a hundred percent civilian
Know me come a look fi nice up your area
Brrlybomberlybom, hey!
Watch out, man!
Say, all you have to do, you know that, I'm a stylee
Stangbrrlybrrlybrrlybomberlybomberlybomberlybomberlybomberlybom
Right!
Stangdiddilybiddily, stangdiddilybiddilybom
Because they know that Krush and I is truly number one
We just come fi see, but you can ask anyone
The crowd, dem a hear me as the champion
Me say the number one DJ, boom!
Stangberomberomberomberom, stangbiddilybomberlybomberlybom, right!
Natcha man!
Yow!
The people make we nice, it make we bubble to be free
But anyway me chat, I say them mad fi me
Say, girls, pretty girls, I beg you rock on, go mean
So, call me Pupa Krush, and you can call me Cap
Because me from this riddim
Stangbiddilybrrang, stangbiddilybrrang, from me this riddim, boom!
Natcha man!
Cah, listen, hey!
I think I'll show satisfaction beyond here
I need to really go back where I really feel so free
Cah when we take a mic on top, pretty girl, stop the rushing pop, hey!
You got to rock, hey!
You got to roll
Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-ah!
Yeah!
Cah dreadlocks is a sign of Jah love
Big it off, natcha, mi is a blessed from above
So I don't need to chat, I beg you rock on, go mean
Say we no dread, no white, no say yes, be inna my bredren
Stangbiddilybiddilybiddilybomberomberom
Br-r-r-r-ly-ly-ly-ly, ly, ly, ly, natcha
Say, you got to live up culture, say you got to know your mind
Say, look inside yourself, a take me back, do you find?
Say, dreadlocks ain't a fashion, it's a sign of Jah pride
You don't buy them from a shop, I say they grow from inside
A br-r-r-ly bom, bom, stangbiddilybiddilybom, br-r-r-r-r-r-r-ah!
Natcha man!
Say, listen, I man, I say, straight a rock, me women not a lock
This loving a me have to knock, me faith in Jah is strong
Me can't go wrong, hey!
Stangberongberingbombererlybom, hey!
Bomberomberlybomberlybomberom, right!
Natcha man!
Cah, listen, me love forty-five, ah, with a LP
Say, anyway me chat, me people bawl fi me
So we no disco beat, ah, with a rub-a-dub
Me chat if a no vinyl, we de back of culture
Go br-r-r-ly bawl, br-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-ah!
Tongbiddilybiddilybom, bom, bom, stangbiddilybiddilybom, right!
Natcha man!
So why, why Jah Jah, why you with your style all on your own?
Is that make up the truth, though you deh pon the microphone?
Well, I man Pupa Krush, I go fi mash it and go home
Me grow, me not a long, dem never come, dem never come
Because me bad, bad, bad, boy, bomberomberomberly, say me bad, right!
Natcha man!
Say, you keep a session, you want it fi come
Just call me pon the microphone, I'll make up fi me top
Because me brawlin' de whole a de future, wo-wo-wo
Brawlin' de whole a de future, stangbrrlybrrlybom, bom
Bomberongberrlybomberlybrrlybom, right, brrlybom, right
Brrlybomberlybrrlybrrlybrrlybrrly, weh!
Say, me feel bad, so
Natcha man!
Cah, listen, some a say me bad, and enough a say me nice
But one thing me know, you got to love a fi me voice
Say, from you hear me chat, you say, "Fi Jesus Christ!"
Say, make it bad, so, stangbiddilybom, me tell you, can't be my love
Weh!
Natcha man!
This a sparring, a hundred percent civilian
Know me come a look fi nice up your area
Brrlybomberlybom, hey!
Watch out, man!
Say, all you have to do, you know that, I'm a stylee
Stangbrrlybrrlybrrlybomberlybomberlybomberlybomberlybomberlybom
Right!
Stangdiddilybiddily, stangdiddilybiddilybom
Because they know that Krush and I is truly number one
We just come fi see, but you can ask anyone
The crowd, dem a hear me as the champion
Me say the number one DJ, boom!
Stangberomberomberomberom, stangbiddilybomberlybomberlybom, right!
Natcha man!
Yow!
The people make we nice, it make we bubble to be free
But anyway me chat, I say them mad fi me
Say, girls, pretty girls, I beg you rock on, go mean
So, call me Pupa Krush, and you can call me Cap
Because me from this riddim
Stangbiddilybrrang, stangbiddilybrrang, from me this riddim, boom!
Natcha man!
Cah, listen, hey!