Want It (feat. Twiggy)

My boy, ring the alarm How it sound boy, I'll tell you what, you know what This is all so burial How rich man put you man down pon the place Watch the sound Wanna hear me? My boy, ring the alarm And how the sound is dying Woah, hey My boy, ring the alarm And how the sound is dying Whoa, hey Some sound, sound like a big jumpin' Listen the sound, it's a champion From the dance, we know any session Rock up the woman, now rock up the man My boy, ring the alarm And now the sound is dyin' Whoa, ayy, ring the alarm And now the sound is dying Whoa, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy You hear me sound, why time is longer than rope And tonight, tonight, we must cut your throat for you Pick up yourself in a competition And can't defend the people what a bomb bomb, oh, quick Somebody go call the owner people, quick I jump on mustang in, you no hear me, quick Somebody call the undertaker, oh, quick I jump and thrust it in your face See dem, dem a bring dem out pon di treasure Lord, dem can a matten down inna di freezer Boy, ka fi dem sound a no crowd pleaser Lord, a fi mi sound John Public Balfour Who nu quick, so maddy go call the owner people I jump on mustard inna, you nah hear me? Quick, quick, somebody go call the owner people Quick, quick, I hold pon' mustard inna D-Tato, we be dem all inna row Donkey wan' water, but you hold him, Joe D-Tato, we be dem all inna row The boss wan' water, but hold him, Joe Ring the alarm, and now sound is dyin' Whoa, hey, ring the alarm And now the sound is dying Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey Come on, quick, somebody go call the owner people Quick, I hold pon' mustard in ya, people Quick, somebody go call the owner people Quick, I jump pon' mustard in ya Four beats sound in a one beat long The dance on a play, the other trick it come Four big sound in a one big lawn The boom sound a play di how di tree pecan 'Cause dem a push dem self and a go a like dem bright Only fi roll di corners and don't come in a di light 'Cause fi mi son will lick out ya eyesight We a shock, we a sing we boom ya light on di mic Put you pon di mek we a di fever slice Only quick, some a di go call di phone a phone Remember this sound, it's the talk of the town Talk of the country, hey Rock Mr Charlie Rock Ms Munchie Talk of the country, so Remember, ring the alarm And now the sound is dyin' I know, I know, ring the alarm And now the sound is suffering, whoa, hey See dem, dem a bring dem out pon di treasure Lord, dem can a matten down inna di freezer Boy, ka fi dem sound a no crowd pleaser Lord, a fi mi sound John Public Balfour Quick, quick, somebody go call the owner people Quick, quick, I jump on mustang in, you no hear me Quick, quick, somebody go call the owner people Quick, quick, I hop on mustang in, you no hear me Watch the sound manna tremble Watch the sound manna pray Watch the sound manna tremble Watch the sound manna pray