Lyrics: Jaime de Matos Cunha/Sandjay Deng/Aristoteles Filipe/Joshua Holness/Darren Marvin Ricketts
Music: Michael Stieglmeier
Man I set trends pon the ends, Man build pon the block
Man move like a Dads, cuz I done connect the dots
What‘s ops, when I only dodge tax and the cops
When I DJ pon the mic, them fi nice up the tops
YO
Big up all the links cah the links dem stink like Socks
In phone bare big contacts
You get, gun shot anuh one, one pop
Gyal tek backshot, whap, whap, lizard lap
One don pon the ENDZ an the ting pon lock
Yo shuffle up the cards pon the king pon top
Nuh man cant page me and me ring man back
Man swing with ratchet like a ping pong bat
A like the gyal dem pretty wid di pum pum fat!
And my brum town gyal a mek the Don come back
And my brixton gyal a gimme London chat
And my Kingston gyal tan pretty and black
I‘m just staying for a week
but listen you don‘t know
Always moving see me on road
From Brumtown back to London
Gotta connect with my mandem
Manna I set trends
Ask bot Mz
Trees in tents gotta pay rents
Gyalla look peng
An mi children youts
Billin big zoots but mi haffi bill dem
Deya ponda block, everything locked
Who’s lookin for ops wen ya lookin for gwop?
Break it down weigh it up anytime I take a knock,
Take advantage for a minute I ain’t stayin very long
‘Ya Dun kno’
I’m jus tryna have fun doe!
Whippin hard food Dat gumbo,
Dem ah watch my ting like Columbo
Ear to street no dumbo;
I’m just tryna stay humble..
I don’t wanna blow my trombone;
But she wanna blow my trombone
I‘m just staying for a week
but listen you don‘t know
Always moving see me on road
From Brumtown back to London
Gotta connect with my mandem