Royal Fam - ACID (feat. Mighty Jarrett) Lyrics
[Mighty Jarrett]Nuff killin dis yearAcid bu'n dem skin, we nah run fa demYa done know?Me say, Dubplate pop off, nuff sound drop offOne man let off, de next one jet offWe hot like peppa, sound boy ruffaIn a dance hall know de whole place wet upGal a get wet up, true me have pen, inspectaRob it up, stab it up, ruffneckNeva leave off de rubbaMelly's are cryin, scream to ya mothaTrue Don Dada, melt ya like buttaEat a worm me oughta, style gone popularBite ya like Dracula, see ya like binocularsF.B.I. plottin us, ain't nuttin stoppin usSuperduper fabulous, this a one, ya murderersWhole world 'fraid of us, Babylon scared of usBad man officas partin, you know me have to partinCatalon' me callin, neva stop de chattaMake the black man fallin, all in togetha, unified forevaBonified brotha, just like de weathaWhateva, wheneva, ya ready?Acme break the Dreddy, oh we kill Eddie, bad man spreadsheetDubplate heavy, heavy, heavy[Chorus - Mighty Jarrett]Acid, bu'n down de whole place rapidAcid, in a dancehall we have ta drop itAcid, Dubplate gone 'pon de marketAcid, de gal dem like it and love itAcid, selecta in me, here have itAcid, in a dancehall dem have ta drop itAcid, Dubplate gone 'pon de marketAcid, bu'n down de whole place rapid[Mighty Jarrett]Well, I am all dry, yes I, the most highMust I, have to shot a man? I'm right, aight?Sound guy, don't try, to test IKnow I, from Bed-stuy, we're alrightIf ya like, our sound, wave ya hand all aroundDubplate on the ground, make a sound hap' aroundYa know me have to raise me gunNuff shot we have ta done, hear he a championUpset de Babylon, true dem nah undastandRuffneck raggaman, make de girl and have some funDubplate numba one, whole world have de gunKnow me ready to smoke a blunt, chocolate tai like a skunkWill want anotha one, pass it off to betta monRoll up de next one, quick make me flex 'ponDubplate Connection, Royal Fam inventionBut weed make me mention, dancehall affectionI get me 'no' weapon, pon, ponChorus[Mighty Jarrett]Me said, well dem make me kill dem, me have a lost friendBredren warn dem before we have a problemYa done know, how we got when we have ta start againDat me nah have ta offa dem, write it down upon de penSelecta of de dividend, threw him like how it endCheck out de violin, word up, it's murderinDouble up, buckle up, ya done know how it gotSound boy murdera, neva eva heard a yaWhich part ya come from, down in de BrooklynRun from de come from, we don't run from BabylonShow dem de Rahmaddan, grand slam wit me songYes mon me own a run, this one ya at monThis you know it cut, when me start me nah stopReggae hip-hop if you really wanna rockDem ya have ta get got, in a record shopDVD 'pon stocks, if ya can't talkAll a mine forgot, acid bu'n ya skin true me yardie, yardboxSell pine get dem, me nah left de tracksFling true, Dubplate and all ya head backSound boy ya get wet when ya hear God talkYou know me nah laugh, here down dancehall, hall, hallChorus
