Brest Bay

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

Weed, it's a dub-a-dub style

From the western town on the ganja, come on now

Dub-a-dub come from of this area, come on now

I'ma Pupajim, I'm the microphone singer, alright now

Come to mash up the word with this big bad style, ya, come on now

Me full of lyrics

Full of riddims and full of gimmicks

I can't give a damn about critics

Load, automatic attack with classics

We are raw, we're young, we're mavericks

We come from Brest, not from the arctics

Not from London, not from the Sussex

Not from UK, not from the tropics

But we have nuff dub licks and many tactics

Nuff, nuff riddims and nuff nuff lyrics

Back to the roots, back to the basics

This is the brand new stereophonics

From the western town on the ganja, come on now

Dub-a-dub come from of this area, come on now

I'ma Pupajim, I'm the microphone singer, alright now

Come to mash up the word with this big bad style, ya, come on now

Definite listener, now I will go cool funk

We are dub-a-dub fresh profiler

Cuisine in a fridge or in a cool drawer

We are dub-a-dub fresh profiler

The man called Rooty, PJ, Mac Giver

Cooking freshly we are the cool mafia

Gimme fresh, gimme cold, gimme cool and gimme freeze

The three musketeers always cooking freshly

From the western town on the ganja, come on now

Dub-a-dub come from of this area, come on now

I'mma Pupajim, I'm the microphone singer, alright now

Come to mash up the word with this big bad style, ya, come on now

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

Weed, it's a dub-a-dub style

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

Weed, it's a dub-a-dub style

From the west, from the west, from the western town

From the west, from the west, from the western town