Cb 200

Hail, diamonds (ites Dillinger) You want see weh di I man step out a Channel One studio, not star An' I man sight two dread pon a-CB 200 Dal it on as it, star Great sound's call 'CB 200' (Doh, doh, doh, doh, I'm not rich but the sun shines to me) Mercy Lord, Lord have mercy (Hold mi tight, ya) Say, one dread, two dread Sat upon a-CB 200 I say to one dread You better show mi your natty dread A so di dread flash him locks an' a lighting clap An' a weak heart drop We come here fe dread, mi nuh come here fe dead We come here fe nat, mi nuh come here fe plot Say, set up yourself, dreadlocks For, natty dwell on di mountain top An' natty dwell on di mountain side Where peace an' love abide, ya A natty dally down a-Barclay's Gone fe go draw likkle interest Mi say, fe give it to mi princess Natty dally down a-Rook lane Fe go check Natty Garfield Fe go buy two pants lens An' then him dally up a-Baraka (Do what?) Gone fe go buy two gansey An' then him dally up a Gianey (Awey di man a-go do?) Fe go buy Clarks booty Natty jump in him stripes, an' him Clarks, an' him Harrow Him nuh borrow, dread nuh borrow Di dread don't tell lie For, natty drink up di roots an' him speak di truth Natty dally one time, natty dally two time Natty dally uptown, natty dally downtown Anywhere you go, natty dread deh An' then him dally to di country (Lord have mercy) Fe go check Brother Monty Di idren dem nuh dread till di sun get red Di dawta dem no fat till di pot get hot Say, set up yourself, dreadlock An' just a nat up, nat up