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The Dreadatour aka I to the C to the E
Comes again to demolish the dancefloor style ! We're people in the night Looking for the light Everybody's here tonight Just follow the light We're people in the night Looking for the light Everybody's here tonight Just follow the light Try to get away keep on oving Give me, give me, give me the light Take a little time (x 3) For go check yeah check out the rhyme Check out the soldier on the front line Check out the people them who don't have a dime Check out the man who drops cause him blind Check out the bugger deh him can get a grind Take a litle time (x 3) For go check yeah check out the rhyme Come in a the come in a the party Concious vide everbody feeling hearty No me newer fret because no one came ever harm me Take a little time for put the vide in a my body Take the take the take not the take nine That a the way you will fall out off the line Masterboy they take a little time Make I to the C just rhyme Take a little time for love mother and father Brother sisterson and also your daughter Slaughter nastiness big up the righteous Couscious lyrics from a conscious brother Dum diddy dum diddy diddy dum dum Check out the rhyme and boune on the drum Nuffcarn de bout everybody want some Run, come in a the light sensation can done Oh Lord have mercy mercy mercy Give thanks and praise to the almighty Gimme the money, make me do so 'um fine Send the food a Africa for feek me owna kind Enough politican, better if they resign Me still depon a mission from I989 Cause I have the light cause I take a little time Cause I have the light of the light |
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| 3:50 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:43 |
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| 4. |
| 0:16 |
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| 5. |
| 4:17 |
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| 6. |
| 3:24 |
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| 7. |
| 3:32 |
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Mister Campbell don't mess around
Give us a sample of the mad style you possess Oh yes, l'd gamble crazy ass ducks Cause I know you'll be the winner man Full of the shit boy ya doper Than a kilogram of coke he spoke An' yes l'm goin' all out Will I get my well deserved props man no dought Flowing like the Nile through the African pasture Step onto my path and ya heading for disaster Ask the nigger who was on my diggy bum shit Couldn't hold the pressure so let's say he got done quick Never fallin' off like a tight rope walker 'Cause l'm very in I will never be out of order Sorda like one of them call boxes I know l'm very ill but that don't mean I need no doctors Blowing up the spot like Steven Seagal Another like me is like a haystack with a needle Gotta let em know... That we are not your average Joe' Gotta let em know... That we have got the Freaky Flow Gotta let em know... That we are not your average Joe' Gotta let em know... That we have got the Freaky Flow Who is that Who this be This is the don Flowin' Freakily Who is that Who this be This is the don Flowin' Freakily E proprio vero I got the mad heads jumpin' Listenin' to my rymes tryin' to catch a little somethin' The short black dreaded out Hyson Green bandit When I catch wreck batty boy can't stand it Come into the place I grab the mike and your attention Me not getting that is like the night to George Benson Freestyle phenomenon drop bombs like Lebanon Watch where l'm steppin' I ease back from Babylon I got a mobil cause I don't like pagers Bionic eye just like Lee Majors When you get me going I be going on for ages Just like a man who waits for ages for his wages Cages are what my rymes are for fa someone simple Got em on lock down pop'em like a pimple Yo', my job is done l'm outer here because Ya lifted Smoked out lyrics by a brother who's gifted |
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| 8. |
| 0:17 |
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| 9. |
| 5:15 |
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| 10. |
| 4:13 |
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| 11. |
| 0:22 |
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| 12. |
| 5:17 |
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Oh what a woman what a dame what a beauty
Baby gotta find out what's ya name and your duty That's what I was thinking when you pass me by I've never ever seen someone that look that fly But Baby where you at as I rap this track No womans ever touch me in your mind like that I gotta gotta get you there's no ifs or buts 'Cause you the prima donna plus l'm tired of sluts Is your name Christina, Deddie or Edwina Sonia or Trisha, Cavoline or Divina I've seen her in the supermarket round the corner Paying for shampoo and some Evian water Definately looking after that little body It had enough power to take out a whole army I'm barmy out of my mind this time I got to have you for my woman cause your so damn fine Tell me tell me tell me? l'd give you what you want and make you feel like a lady Give you good loving and l'd feed it to you daily Do it in the shower in the closet cause l'm adle Do it in the kitchen underneath the round tadle No I wouldn't rush it l'd be cool and chill Do it real slow 'cause I know I got skill Massage your body and your mind and your soul Making you happy is my mission Make you happy's my goal I'm true when I say like you there's no other 'Cause you make Cindy Crawford look Like the Queen's Mother If you got a hoyfriend well he don't know he's in danger Cause somethings gonna happen When his thing meets with a stranger You gyal well cris no make her walk street alone The Dreadatour deh 'bout lard him bad to the bone l'm going to the supermarket this afternoon l'm sure l'm gonna buck her up again real soon I checked you out like the Del Monte man said yes Now I want to taste you and de sure you're the best In the area you stand out from the rest I want to show you why I have a big "D" on my chest Sei incredibilmente bella Congratulations going to your mother An God the genius I wonder how he does it A creation like you is difficult to get adore it You you you darlin' you got me hangin' on a string Now now now you hit me like a Tyson Blow, Pow! |
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| 3:30 |
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Watch ya now it's a destiny thing
We're talk about right now Everything just in the hands of the almighty Protect your neck and project your back Anything can happen anything could be Anything can happen in your destiny Anything can happen in your destiny Partytime the nightime come get in the mood Because you gonna have fun Get in the club and feel the bass a the drum Pum pum plentiful Lord the gyal cya done One a dem a come tell her sidong Kiss off the mouth an she pull out the tongue Take her a the yark make di baggy come down You never put silencer on your gun Oh Lord hear mi iya Coupla days pass by piss bun like fire Dial one number go check the doctor I'm sorry old boy you got goneria Tekka tekka chance but you never over Stand dat figa is a killer Catch disease turn ina madda Mi seh anything can happen word from di farda Ow many people sing ina dem song Ow many people put jimmy pan john An many people don't know right from wrong Too many man think dem body too strong Ninety six a di year a condom Protect yourself 'gainst infection Big up the dreadatour don gorgon Anyting can happen rappa pam pam pam Watch ya now it's a destiny thing We're a talk about right about now everything Just in the hands of the almighty Protect your back and watch yer neck |
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| 14. |
| 4:10 |
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What what you you gonna gonna do do
When this nigga, nigga come come through through Nuff nuff chitty chitty chat fat fat No no never never sound sound wak wak Too too many many try try this this But but my my stylo's the business I I hit hit you you puick puick With with something that's wetter than liquid Wizz kid widda widda doudle doudle lik lik Vihe vibe strong strong devils on my dick dick Make make dollar dollar bill dill daily Cool cool take it take it easy with a lady Fresh fresh digga, nigga don't don't test test End up with an arrow through your chest Free free style style duck duck wild wild Dreada Dreadatour tour versitile Double or quits come get a fix Dreadatour kicking the funkyfied lyrix Double or quits come get a fix Live and direct with the snare an' drum kicks Double or quits come get a fix Dreadatour kicking the funkyfied lyrix Double or quits come get a fix Live and direct with the snare an' drum kicks When l'm on the mike I have no time to bore Like a centre forward yo my rymes they score I'm true to the game I used to think we're all the same But now I know l'm different Just watch me kick it hardcore I live in Italy the place of Pussy Galore You can f**k'em in the car Or even on the kitchen floor Everyone wanna get with the Dreadatour But if you mess around baby You'll go through the creaky door ... like that Big up to my nephew D.J. Shorty Blitz Big up to Mimma wid ya tumpty tough tits Big up to Charlie helpin to make hits Little down to Zetta boy we break you down to bits Big up to the yardies who mix up with the brits Big to Eddie Murphy who give me the fits Big up to Suzanna for your digits And to the blacks in the flicks And to Jah for lyrics |
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| 3:41 |
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| 16. |
| 3:39 |
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Oho oho oh
Oho oho oh Tonight you're on the scene Try to fulfill your dream This is from me to you Just let the vibe come through Seh I take off me the dirty clothes from the daytime And I jump in the shower 'bout quarter to nine Wash my underarm and give my dreadlocks a scrub Then I dry off myself and then me wash me the tub Mi put on me trousers then me put on my shirt Pick up me boot and then mi clean off the the dirt Put on my crown my jacket pick up me carn An den me pick mi key shut the door an mi garn Jump in mi car Shabba on the stereo Turn the ignition an mi drive off slowly Take my time because me car it cris and mi Wah dem for see how mi bombastic Shabba the did a hola an the bassline a barl Get me na the mood fi go in the dance hall When mi reach the vibe the d heart That's the right kinda crowd mi wah see in the party Me seh halt an pull up me seh pull up selecter Dash on a tune fi make me wine with this s sister After me done me go check the bartender Gimme a brandy an what ever fi Brenda Bassline heavy come in like John Candy Brenda the da bubble yes mi lick off me brandy Ganja smoke you could cut with a knife Give thanks an praises to Jah Jah for my ife |
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| 4:17 |
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All I want from you is nothing but time
The rest it doesn't matter It really doesn't matter All I need from you is nothing but time The rest it doesn't matter It really doesn't matter You messed it up baby You messed it up big time You tried to tie me down against my will So you could feel fine See I'm never gonna front on anybody so I'll spill it out you give me the punani I'll definitely kill it But no I'm not your man I'm sorry That's just how it is I got my own shit to do I got to look after my biz You better getta better fella bella that's what I figure Cause no-way ya gonna tie down his little nigga All I need from you is nothing but time The rest is torn and shattered But it really doesn't matter Cause as long as there is love Between a woman and a man It seems the rest it doesn't matter It really doesn't matter All I need from you is nothing but time Nothing but time... All you want from me is nothing but time But if I give it to you, you will say the same line I'll be a better woman an' I'll give you ya space But saying that just clarifies that the truth ya can't face 'Cause you ain't gonna change, you ain't gonna change That's like Prince Charles with dreadlocks Would look kinda strange You asking for time Ya better look at your clock an wake up Because foolishness sometime has gotta stop Ya fell on ya knee Begging me please to come back to you And make nuff baby's An' put you at ease but there's other ladies Who would trust in my love make me catch little breeze It's over my darling cas done spells done Ya better get yourself together and go look another one Because my minds made up go on You can yet it get it girl You don't need nothing but time |
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| 0:28 |
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