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It’s gonna be
What is it gonna be?
I said it’s gonna be
I’m telling you it’s gonna be
My mommy said, from the first day that she hold my head
That I was gonna be dread, so now I’m gonna be dread
My mommy said, from the first day that she hold my head
I was gonna be dread, so now I’m gonna be dread
Hockey jersey inna heat, Patrick Ewing pon the feet, Buju Banton pon the
beat, uunu ‘member that?
‘92 December that, Paco Jeans and Travel Fox boots from vendor that
Me jussa learn say rubbers a no pencil top, I pencil that, write it out now
Bet you say them fight it out now
When a no now man a fight with po-po, police leave me colleagues please
Soldier lef’ the green inna can like Folgers
Like say a coffee, that haffi pack
Conceal the smell, collect it and unseal it then unleash it
‘Til the first mil reaching in
No sleep, we bleaching fi make money like Lee-Chin
Or at least him brother dem
So mi can try get a super buss until the money surplus like Superplus,
It’s a must!
I used to get a bounce pon me cheque, but now me get a cheque
everytime me track a bounce pon u deck
Plus me get a nod and a bounce from u neck, and a “ooow” she
pronounce when she bounce pon me
A thousand fi the ounce of the brown pon a stick or a stalk or a stem but
the pound do the trick for me
Full o’ so much ganja talk, just come in from me ganja walk
Oh yes it is pon me!
The lyrics make dem conversate it, police want fi confiscate it
When dem see it pon me
But squaddie say him love me music and that must be why me use it
So him leave it pon me
So mi leave promptly and go back a the yard, go back and record
Diggy lean pon me
With no sleep we hunting fi make money like Bunting fi achieve this one
thing
‘Cause…
It’s gonna be, who gonna be
We gonna be, it’s gotta be
I gotta be dread dread
From the first time I show my head, I gotta be dread, dread
From the first time I show my head, I gotta be dread, dread, dread.
- Genre
- Reggae