Conoce los temas, la historia y los sentimientos de esta canción.
Hey, hablamos or la man | Weh mi say? Call up yuh papa and yuh- | Tell dem all fruits ripe, strawberry and ba- (oh, I yo)
Hey, hablamos or la man Weh mi say? Call up yuh papa and yuh- Tell dem all fruits ripe, strawberry and ba- (oh, I yo) Lemme tek it dung to di farmer Where we got pounds and acres of marijuana I got a thousand places a coulda show yuh Down (oh, I yo) Mi casa hotta than a sauna So we gwaan chill and relax 'pon this savanna, ayy Checkin' di flora and di fauna, woah (oh, I yo) Police wan' mek uno nuh gwaan-a Yuh nuh see a big sound string up ya 'pon di corner Said we a keep di peace and we nuh need no bad blood on ya No (oh, I yo) Accra Ghana to Punta Cana We big up all places in every region, yeah And every song in every genre, oh (oh, I yo) I'm from di rock, dat's where mi born-a I keep it cool and collected, yeah, mi calmer Still mi a run di place, yuh woulda think say mi a don ya, bro (oh, I yo) Lady, hey, guess weh, Americana Where di big drums beat, and they go, "Ra-pa-pam" ya, oh But mi have never been inna drama, doh? (oh, I yo) Lyrics a chop like a katana Dem a say mi bad from Sammy did plan di corn, yo And dem a claim me have it pluck, and neva corn, bro Now (oh, I yo)
Aún no hay pistas similares.
