Sean Paul / Infiltrate

Sean Paul / Infiltrate
Sean Paul / Infiltrate / Playground Riddim

**Chorus**
Woman nuh waan nuh bait
Dem nuh guh feel violate if yuh accelarate pon a date
Dem wha yuh infiltrate
Woman dem wha yuh tear down them wall and dem gate
Yuh nuh hear whey mi state [repeat]

**Verse 1**
Woman nuh wha nuh coot, from a knock boots
Whey yuh want yuh fi tell her to tear off di suit
Dem nuh want nuh dude, whey never dey inna di mood
And dem nuh wha nuh little boy wit nuh girl attitude
Well ah nothing fi we hide
Inna di girl dem pathway man ah slide and ah glide
Is a natural ting fi we collide
Bedroom argument,leg fi divide, catch di ride

**Chorus**

**Verse 2**
Natural like ah fruit pon the tree
Gal ah get ripe so rudeboy forward nah botha flee
Now she say she name Queen Bee
But yuh make her beg and wait pon her knee
Well she want her clothes to tear off
Need a little loving and waan yuh draw near
But yuh fear, inna yuh heart yuh nah waan fi go there
Disapper and Sean Paul will appear
Yuh nuh hear

**Chorus**

**Verse 3**
No time to debate, dem don't want fi wait
Dem want a little loving fi dem appreciate
Dem want a good man to caress dem hand
Di gal dem want a man wit the rightful program
Well yuh fi listen to the Dutty
So nuh badda talk bout mi mind too smutty
Sean Paul, mi got alot a sweat fi we bussi'
Dem nuh bussi

**Chorus**
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# Posté le samedi 28 octobre 2006 07:53
Modifié le mercredi 02 mai 2007 02:13

T.O.K & Akon & Foota Hype / Ghetto Living Remix

T.O.K & Akon & Foota Hype / Ghetto Living Remix
T.O.K & Akon & Foota Hype / Ghetto Living Remix / Trouble

Intro
Flexx: Yeah!
Foota Hype (*Akon) (**Bay-C):
Right now every thug inna di corner, every gangsta every rudebwoy (*Ghetto)
Every shotta (**Every community worldwide) (*Ghetto)
Right now dat one yah come rock di world (*Ghetto)
T.O.K. Foota Hype, Akon (*Ghetto livin)

Verse 1 (Bay-C)
Di ghetto yute it nuh nice it is not a paradise
Fi live inna di jungle amongst di dog dem as a lice
If a man chat tuff then a man a tek a ride
Before yuh boost war tink twice, seet!!!
Man a hustle pon di street just to but a pound a rice
Nah get nuh betta a dat him realize
When di plate look empty wid di fork and just di knife
Dem feel like him waan tek a life (Ah! Ah! Ah!)
Ghetto yutes local a sing mi song
And people from all across do world a sing alooooooooonnnggg!!!
To African, US, Jamaican, Its T.O.K. and Akon
Thats how were livin in the..

Chorus: Akon (*Foota Hype)
Cause thats the life how were livin in the (Ghetto)
And eatin in the (Ghetto) (*Weh we sista?)
Oh sleepin in the (Ghetto) (*Weh we fren dem?)
Ghetto, thats the life when your livin in the (Ghetto) (*Weh we need?)
And eatin in the (Ghetto) (*Weh we grow?)
Oh sleepin in the (Ghetto) (*To all a di ghettoes)
Ghetto livin

Verse 2: Akon
These streets remind me of quicksand, when your on it, youll keep goin down (Goin down)
And theres no one to hold on to, and theres no one to pull you out
Keep on fallin (Fallin) no one can hear you callin
And so you end up self-destructing
Round the corner with the tooley on the waist side
Just get up off the bid done state time
Thief once so me back from the K9
Like memories say when there was no sunshine
Cause they said that I would make it, I remember like yesterday
Holdin on to what God Gave me

Chorus: Akon (*Craigy T) (**Foota Hype)
Cause thats the life how were livin in the (Ghetto)
And eatin in the (Ghetto) (*Yes Im inna prison yall)
Oh sleepin in the (Ghetto) (*It nuh easy at all)
Ghetto, thats the life when your livin in the (Ghetto) (*Weh we grow?)
And eatin in the (Ghetto) (*Weh we live?)
Oh sleepin in the (Ghetto) Ghetto, ghetto (Ghetto livin)

Verse 3: Craigy T (Alexx)
Yo, yo, well its a dead end street, no money caan find nuttin to eat
Its like di only way fi live in this game is to cheat
Hustle and juggle fi mek two ends meet (Hey! Hey!)
As I step up then I pull yuh back dung undaneath
Cause I live for di moment nuh guarantee (Always live, and survive)
Anything cross yuh path, point and squeeze (Not ready, to stay alive)
Yuh haffi kill or be killed that a di code of di streets (If you do, become alive)
Dats how we livin inna di jungle wid leaches and flees (Thats how we livin livin in the ghetto)

Verse 4: Akon
No need to cherish luxuries, cause everything comes and goes
Even the life that you have is borrowed, cause your not promised tomorrow
So live your life as if everyday is gon be your last (Be your last)
Once you move forward cant go back, just prepare to remove your past
Cause you gotta be willin to pray, yes there gotta be there gotta be a better way
Oh, yes you gotta be willin to pray, cause there gotta be there gotta be a better day, yeah
Whoever said though the struggle will stop today, a lot of n****s dead or locked away
Teenage women grwoin up with Aids

Chorus: Akon
Cause thats the life how were livin in the (Ghetto)
And eatin in the (Ghetto) Oh sleepin in the (Ghetto)
Ghetto, thats the life when your livin in the (Ghetto)
And eatin in the (Ghetto)
Oh sleepin in the (Ghetto) Ghetto (Ghetto livin)

Bridge: Akon
Gunshots everyday in the (Ghetto) Crooked cops on sight in the (Ghetto)
Everyday its a fight in the (Ghetto) Oh oh oh oh oh (Ghetto Livin)
Got kids to feed in the (Ghetto) Sellin coke and weed in the (Ghetto)
Everyday somebody bleed in the (Ghetto) Oh oh oh oh oh

Chorus: Akon
Cause thats the life how were livin in the (Ghetto)
And eatin in the (Ghetto) Oh sleepin in the (Ghetto)
Ghetto, thats the life when your livin in the (Ghetto)
And eatin in the (Ghetto)
Oh sleepin in the (Ghetto) Ghetto (Ghetto livin)
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# Posté le mardi 07 novembre 2006 14:57
Modifié le dimanche 21 janvier 2007 03:43

T.O.K / CHI CHI MAN

T.O.K / CHI CHI MAN
T.O.K / CHI CHI MAN / MY CREW, MY DAWGS

Yo yo, T.O.K, yo, yo yo

Intro:
Bay-C:
My Crew (My Crew) my dogs (my dogs)
Set rules (Set rules) set laws (set laws)
We represent for di lords of yards
A gal alone a feel up my balls

Chorus:
From dem a par inna chi chi man car (pum pum pum pum)
Blaze di fire mek we bun dem!!!! (Bun dem!!!!)
From dem a drink inna chi chi man bar (pum pum pum pum)
Blaze di fire mek we dun dem!!!! (Dun dem!!!!)

Verse 1:
Craigy:
So mi go so, do yuh see weh I see???
Niggas when your doin that
Nuff a dem a freak dem a carry all dem dutty act
Thug nigga wanna bees nuff a dem a lick it back
It dem bring it to we, hold on nuff a cop a shot
Cop a shot rise up every calico go rat tat tat
Rat tat tat every chi chi man dem haffi get flat
Get flat, mi and my niggas ago mek a pack
Chi chi man fi dead and dat's a fact

Chorus:
From dem a par inna chi chi man car (pum pum pum pum)
Blaze di fire mek we bun dem!!!! (Bun dem!!!!)
From dem a drink inna chi chi man bar (pum pum pum pum)
Blaze di fire mek we dun dem!!!! (Dun dem!!!!)

Verse 2:
Flexx:
So mi go so la la la la la la la la la la la
Nah go mek nuh chi chi man walk right a so
From a bwoy a deep we ago dun dem right now
Leff him whole family dem a blow wow

Alexx:
I see it from far mi and dem nah go par
A nuff a dem bwoy mi a smoke man cigar
Mi and dem coulda never inna wrong bar
Dem bwoy deh flex too bizarre

Chorus:
From dem a par inna chi chi man car (pum pum pum pum)
Blaze di fire mek we bun dem!!!! (Bun dem!!!!)
From dem a drink inna chi chi man bar (pum pum pum pum)
Blaze di fire mek we dun dem!!!! (Dun dem!!!!)

Repeat intro twice
Repeat Verse 1 till song end
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# Posté le mardi 07 novembre 2006 15:01
Modifié le mardi 14 novembre 2006 06:46

Sizzla / Nah Apologize

Sizzla / Nah Apologize
Sizzla Kalonji / Nah Apologize / Locked Up Riddim

**Intro**
Yo dadda, dadda, dadda (yow who dat?)
Mi mon Breadba, yuh
See dem put inna di paper
Dem talk bout seh apologize fi battybwoy
Apologize fi wah
Dem apologize to JAH!!! gunshot dem fi get

Now this!!!!
Is an anthem!!!
Blaze up di fire push up yuh hands dem!!!
Big up di Lioness wid di lion dem, uh huh, Fire Bun!!!!
And mi seh Holy Emmanuel King Selassie I jAH!!! Rastafari
It is good to give thanks on to di most high King Selassie I and sing praise on to his name most high Jah!!!
Rastafari to show forth his love and kindness in di morning and di faithfulness every night
Upon di instruments of, ten strings, alright, tek it to dem king
Beautiful people Kalonji love yuh, but hears di judgement

**Chorus**
Rastaman don't apologize to no battybwoy
If yuh dis King Selassie I will gunshot yuh bwoy
Gimme di whole a di girls cause a dem have di joy
Inna di lake of fire mi dash yuh bwoy
Badman don't apologize to no battybwoy
If yuh diss black people hey mi gun will shot yuh bwoym
Gimme di whole a dem girls cause a dem have di joy
Inna di lake of fire mi dash yuh ah, hoy!!!

**Verse 1**
Girls dem sexy,and dem pussy fat
Yeah all di girls, di bwoys dem looking at
Some bwoy bow down, bow down doin what!!!!!
Nothing in this world could never have mi doin dat
I don't care if dem band mi
Cause mi seh fi bun battyman yuh caan wrong mi
Yo mi nuh born ove england a real african dis
Real, real, real, rastaman dis, BOOM!!

**Chorus**
Rastaman don't apologize to no battybwoy
Yuh diss black people then mi gun a shot yuh bwoy
Gimme di whole a di girls cause a dem have up di joy
Inna di lake of fire mi dash yuh bwoy
Rrrrrr!!!!!!!!! We apologize to no battbwoy
Diss King Selassie then mi gun will shot yuh bwoy
Inna di lake of fire mi dash yuh, ah hoy!!!!
Gimme di girls because a dem have up di joy

**Verse2**
Gwaan like dem smart and gwaan like dem crotty
Shoot dem inna dem head dem too fuckin nasty
Di gal dem have di pussy and di stiff tity
And di cute face and di bwoy dem walk pass it
Damn, it's di lyrical praise, diss a we mek dem fret
Inna di Biblical days we used to stone dem to death WHOA!
Di sexy girls dem mi sex
A weh mi seh bun battyman don't vex DAMN!

**Chorus**
Badman dont apologize to no battybwoy
If yuh diss black woman then mi gun will shot yuh bwoy
Gimme di whole a di girls dem cause a dem have up di joy
Inna di lake of fire mi dash yuh bwoy
Rastaman dont apologize to no battybwoy
If yuh diss black woman then mi gun will kill yuh bwoy
Whoa! Gimme di girls dem cause dem have di joyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!
WOW!!!!

**Verse 3**
Where dem come from, nuh mass appearance
So how di pussy dem gone di wrong way and a ride rear end
Alright, big piece a gal disappear then
Go mek dem know seh we nuh fear dem
Damn!!! We nuh walk inna battyman yard
We nuh give a *****, if dem ban mi from Scotland Yard
YO! King Selassie bun Babylon because dem a fraud
Mi and di King (?)

**Chorus**
Rastaman dont apologize to no battybwoy
If yuh diss black woman then mi gun will shot yuh bwoy
Gimme di ghetto girls because a dem have up di joy
Inna di lake of fire mi dash yuh, GWEY!!!!!!!!!!
Rastaman dont apologize to no battybwoy
If yuh diss black woman then mi gun will shot yuh bwoy
Inna di Lake of fire, well a deh so mi bash yuh bwoy
Gimme din girls because a dem have up di joy

**Verse 4**
Mi seh push up di lighta dem, blaze up di torch
When mi dun bun di motherfuckers dem then roast dem all leave di porch
FUCKERS!!!! Well I waan see dem march
A deh so di Ras war could a start, wow!!!

**Chorus**
Badman dont apologize to no battybwoy
If yuh diss black woman, mi gun shot yuh bwoy
Gimme di whole a di girls because a dem have up di joy
Inna di Lake of fire mi dash yuh bwoy

**Outro**
Yo! Yeah go read yuh bible and read Levitticus
Go live inna clean life then yuh caan live wid us
Ha ha, hey, hey, yow, weh dem seh dem do
Try to ban mi from di UK motherfuckers, i'm from Ethiopia, Africa
Yo! Straight to Zimbabwe yeah
Praise Selassie I every night and everyday
And sexy girls and ghetto yutes dont go a stray
Cause badman dont apologize to no!!! battybwoy!!!!
FIRE BUN!!!!!!!!!!
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# Posté le mercredi 08 novembre 2006 16:03
Modifié le lundi 29 janvier 2007 15:34

Bounty Killer ft Vybz Kartel ft Baby G : High altitude

Bounty Killer ft Vybz Kartel ft Baby G : High altitude
Vybz Kartel (ft Baby G & Bounty Killer) - High altitude - J.M.T

Intro: Bounty Killer & (Vybz Kartel)

High altitude, smokin proud, sittin on a cloud
(Corleone, Baby G an Kartel, higher dan before)
(Knock knock knockin on heavens door)
Thats right, Babylon nah nuh coke out if dem get one a this
(Hey, mi nuh know bout yuh) Lawd a mercy
(But mi know bout mi)

Chorus-Baby G:
When I smoke, I get so high (High Altitude)
It makes mi feel like I wanna fly {Christly}
Can yuh look and see the red in my eyes
In my eyes, my eyes

[Verse 1-Vybz Kartel & (Bounty Killer)]:

Hey, weh di weed (Mek mi billy)
Spliff tea (Mi a killy)
Inna blunt (Mi a filly)
Inna roll (Dis philly)
Mi have blain (Inna mi pocket)
Rizzla (Inna mi jacket)
Spliff big like a rocket inna mission NASA bracket
(Lighta nuh tack it weh mi push inna di racket)
Im higher dan di attic a nuh shot like a matic
(Police mi nah drop it inna rubbish inna trash it a foot a time mash it world war is a tappy)
A nuh Dada a nuh Wayne a nuh Richie a nuh Prophet
(But a same so mi love chronic dont stop draffy)
Big man weh mi stoppin (Di weed muss happy)
(Tek money cop it champagne me a pop it)
Don have internet mek mi lock tappy
(Flight inna plane Portmore mi a drop in)
Bling Dawg have a straight mi gi fi draw stocky inna sheet mi a tacky God alone cyan stop mi
(Smoke out)
Yuh see mi

Chorus-Baby G:
When I smoke, I get so high (High Altitude)
It makes mi feel like I wanna fly {Christly}
Can yuh look an see the red in my eyes
In my eyes, my eyes

[Verse 2-Vybz Kartel & (Bounty Killer)]

Hey, weed inna rizzla an inna philly blunts
Mek mi head happy an a do di Willie Bounce
Wonda if mi fi cool fi couple months
(Yuh modda yuh nuh have lock jaw inna yuh mouts)
(My spliff taller than big lady guns)
My spliff bigga than one dozen kette drums
(A regula mi bounce to di bank fi di funds fi go buy can draffy mek she love fi mi lungs)
Mi nah guh tek nuh drugs, I seh pounds
Mi weed haffi bad like inna city slums
(Di center have Christine Im speakin in tongues)
An a seh wi a go fall like Jerri Cucker loans
(Neva style weed man as idlers an bum)
Bout wi fi kill man fi all weed growers
(Bad to wi shot dem one million mega hones when dem see di unity weed man amongst, cross)
miser reval

Chorus-Baby G:

When I smoke, I get so high (High Altitude)
It makes mi feel like I wanna fly {Christly}
Can yuh look an see the red in my eyes
In my eyes, my eyes

[Interlude-Bounty Killer & (Vybz Kartel)]

Yo, yuh know its Don Corleone, 5 Star General, Baby G
Di Vybz to di Kartel, High Altitude
(Mi nuh know bout yuh, but mi know bout mi)

Chorus-Baby G:

When I smoke, I get so high (High Altitude)
It makes mi feel like I wanna fly {Christly}
Can yuh look and see the red in my eyes
In my eyes, my eyes
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# Posté le mercredi 08 novembre 2006 16:14
Modifié le jeudi 09 novembre 2006 16:12