Cb 200

Hail, Diamonds

Heights, Dillinger

You want see weh di I man step out a Channel One studio

You know, star?

An' I man sight two dread pon a CB 200

Dally on as it, star!

Great sound's call "C.B. 200"

I'm not rich but the sun shines for me

Mercy Lord, Lord have mercy (Hold mi tight, ya)

Say, one dread, two dread

Satta pon a CB 200

I say, two-hundred

You better show mi your natty dread

And so di dread flash him locks and a lighting clap and a weakheart drop

We come yah fi dread, we no come yah fi dead

We come yah fi nat, we no come yah fi plot

Say, set up yourself, dreadlocks

For natty dwell on di mountain top

And natty dwell on di mountain side

Where peace and love abide, ya

And natty dally down at Barkley's

Gone fi go draw little interest

Me say, fi give it to mi princess

Natty dally down a Rook lane

Fi go check natty Garfield

Fi go buy two pants lens

And then him dally up at Baraka (To do what?)

Gone fi go buy two gansey

And then him dally up at DND (What the man are go do?)

Fi go buy Clarks booty

Natty jump in him stripe, and him Clarks, and him harrow

Him no borrow, dread no borrow

Di dread don't tell lie

For natty drink up di roots and him speak di truth

Natty dally one time, natty dally two time

Natty dally uptown, natty dally downtown

Anywhere you go, natty dread deh

And then him dally through di country (Lord have mercy)

Fi go check brother Monty

Di idrens dem no dread 'til di sun get red

Di dawta dew no fat 'til di pot get hot

Say, set up yourself, dreadlock

And just a nat up, nat up