Selekta come Play this song on your fuckin' radio Boo-yah (okay) rasclat Play this song on your fuckin' radio (Step to my bidness) Oh, no another flow lyrical forty-fo' If it gets deep, jump in feet first and hold yo' nose I'm a beast when you step on my toes You hear my whistle checkin 'em hoes You see my pistol lettin' it go I couldn't wait to do a song, right? Hardly gon' do ya wrong Time to party, meth, Stephen Marley and jr gong So selekta come wit' it Aw, shitted now y'all done did it Supper ready, y'all come get it Now, who gon' stop me, block me? Pop lock me, knock me? Jamaica posse, most high haile selassie Allah willin', another sound boy killin' I'm hot, bitch I don't catch cold or catch feelings The truth be the ghetto youth And def jam, y'all know the meth man take care of his fam That's what ya better do Examine our skin, we plannin' to win Worldwide, tell the people we be jammin' again Doctor make way for Reggie Hammond Got more hoes than grand canyon (raah) Dig 'em out, then tie 'em up for ransom (raah) Shoot at your feet, make you start dancin' (raah) Pissin' on your picnics where ya campin' Doctor got the ziplock from Ziggy When the zig zag rolled, I'll rip your zip code Got bitches fucked up off the hypno I tip-toe, then wait till they bend over (There I go) a-yo, money I got a moped in Jamaica, sittin' on twenties (Chk-chk-blaow) look out guns in the air (Chk-chk-blaow) selekta guns in the air No belvedere, it's tiger bone to get it crackin' A-yo, dread, right or wrong? I'm a sinner, winner of the underground swimmers Eat dinner in front of Bob Marley pin up I don't care about your bling-bling-bling Over here, we let dem tings ring Blaow give it to 'em Blaow give it to 'em Blaow shoot it up Blaow give it up I don't care about your bling-bling-bling Over here, we let dem tings ring Blaow give it to 'em Blaow one time Blaow give it to 'em Blaow yeah I neva wonda why so much ganja reach ya And dem a wonda how so much conquer feature Blunt dem so big a must fi bun it bob and peter Teach it like a teacher, preach it like a preacher, put you in a fever Pussy couldn't style mi up plus no underachiever Gimme di rizzla, gimme de blem and gimme de sensimilla Gimme de choons, gimme de cup and a couple señorita Jr gong di veteran, a trouble when mi reach ya DJ fi fi fan dem inna grandstand and di bleacha Jumpin' off di meter, you best believe yah Babylon a smell skunk and couldn't get mi neitha Well, ever since a likkle ghetto yute, dem get mi crippled So mi know seh Babylon dem a go get a weapon Every time when we hear some politician trippin' When a di big ting promote, I'm right there wid di clip in So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle flippin' lippin' Got a big forty five it's trigga finga lickin' Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't know what's happenin' Dem wonderin' how yuh get so slim it's like yuh fat and go gym Get mi girl inna mi cabin and mi cabin stabbin' It is slappin', jappin', dappin', it is non-stoppin' Hey no pork can cook inna mi kitchen If a gal try dat, she's a dead pigeon Well woman a tear off mi pants stitchin' Natty dreadlocks inna di Benz and have recline switchin' If a bwoy nuh like dat, him may end up missin' Rastafari dun tell yuh, but yuh don't listen Play this song on your fuckin' radio Play this song on your fuckin' radio