And time you've had more than your share of mine I'm a criminal with no crime I sing like a bird that is now released Well like and angel with clip-on
Yo, it's gettin' colder with time, Thug rollers with rhymes Gotta look out for the spineless, marchin' with mines Outlawz on the grind, in the back of
General Joy I know, I know You'll take me there (Where your boys were left behind) General Joy it seems you need A soldier girl (Now they have liberty
Gazing obsessed into the sky The blue gate turns black Watching dark clouds float by As the memory appears Of the planets so distant and vast As a sign
Get the south dick up out your mouth What you talkin' 'bout See we know everythin' you're about So try another route Paperboy, you can't destroy what
Just don't understand what's going on in my life these days Everything upside down turned around Won't waste my life, no way, no way And I don't know
If the trials at hand are really getting you down We had a close call, I didn't even see it, then another one, I hardly believed it at all. What the writers
General, General When we go fe chant, we drop it crucial We reggae general, eh, heh We no victimize, we don't partial, do you love that? Gather Africans
No more chant your old rhymes about old Robin Hood His feats I do little admire I'll sing the achievements of General Ludd Now the hero of Nottingham
[chorus] Vengan y muevan su cuerpo, pechito con pechito, cadera con cadera en tiempo. Muevanse, cadera con cadera, pechito con pechito en tiempo. [
Oye, oye, oye, oye, oye, oye, mami Tienes unas caderas Que parecen carreteras Y en este dia de lluvia Cualquier cosa puede, whoo Tenia que ser un hombre
Sometimes I sit down and wonder, what? What the people really want? They need a new sound,
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Woah yeah talkin' 'bout my baby Talkin' 'bout my baby When she goes walkin' down Bourbon Street I just can't hardly stand to
A di gal dem somen, yes a di gal dem so A di gal dem somen, a di gal dem so A di gal dem somen, yes a di gal dem so A di gal dem somen, a di
All a di gal dem who know seh dem classic Mek mi si yuh hand dem from yuh can block traffic All rudeboy motorist Watch it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's an old profession Of subtle artillery. Rough wheels meshing --- Button out, button in. The tall general will mine A few bridges tonight, Stroking
I'm a charger that charges through the night Like an orange bolt of lightning passing everything in sight I'm the best pal that you boys ever had I'm
[verse 1] Look at the bommmmmb! No mo' a soldier! Baby! Baby! A shirt with my shadow is crazy I stay ya! Banana comb makes me a playa So get smart with