Lyrics

It's gonna be What is it gonna be I said it's gonna be Telling you it's gonna be My mommy said from the fuss day that she hold my head That I was gonna be dread So now I'm gonna be dread (Weh, I, I) My mommy said from the fuss day that she hold my head I was gonna be dread So now I'm gonna be dread (Ay, ay) Hockey jersey inna heat, Patrick Ewing pon the feet Buju Banton pon the beat, unnu memba that? '92 December that Paco jeans and Travel Fox boots from vendor that Mi just a 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, leff 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 mill reaching in No sleep we bleaching, fi make money like Lee-Chin Or at least him brother them So we can try get a super buss Until the money surplus like Super Plus Is a must My mommy said from the fuss day that she hold my head That I was gonna be dread So now I'm gonna be dread (Weh, I, I) My mommy said from the fuss day that she hold my head I was gonna be dread So now I'm gonna be dread I used to get a bounce pon mi cheque But now mi get a cheque every time mi track a bounce pon yuh deck Plus mi get a nod and a bounce from u neck And a 'ow she pronounce when she bounce pon me A thousand for the ounce of the brown pon a stick or a stalk or a stem But the pound do the trick for me, for me Full a so much ganja talk Just come in from mi 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 squaddy say him love mi 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 No sleep we hunting, fi make money like Bunting Fi achieve this one thing 'cause My mommy said from the fuss day that she hold my head That I was gonna be dread So now I'm gonna be dread (Weh, I, I) My mommy said from the fuss day that she hold my head I was gonna be dread So now I'm gonna be dread (It's gonna be) (What is it gonna be) (I said it's gonna be) I'm telling you, I'm telling you (telling it's gonna be), I'm telling you It's gonna be, who gonna be (it's gonna be) We gonna be, it's gotta be (it's gotta be) I gotta be dread, dread From the first time I show ma head I gotta be dread, dread From the first time I show ma head I gotta be dread, dread, dread Dread, dread, dread Be dread
Writer(s): Donovan Keith Bennett, Tammar Annika Chin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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