Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oh Mr. DC , by - Sugar Minott. Release date: 05.02.2017
Song language: English
Oh Mr. DC |
| Time so rough, |
| And time so tough. |
| Time so rough. |
| Coming from the country with my bag of collie, |
| I walk up on a DC, him want fe hold me. |
| Don’t you run now youthman, you won’t get away. |
| If you slip you will die, |
| And if you run you can’t hide. |
| For I’ve got my clip, stuck right in my hip, now. |
| Whoa-oa-oa DC. |
| Don’t you take my ishen! |
| Whoa-oa-oa DC. |
| Don’t you touch my collie! |
| Whoa-oa-oa DC. |
| The children crying for hunger and I-man a suffer, |
| So you’ve got to see, it’s just collie that feeds me. |
| Fifty cents a stick, and a dollar a quarter, |
| That’s what keeps me alive, me and my two kids and wife. |
| So give me a chance sir, a make me gwaan little faster, |
| Just let me pass through, and Jah will bless you. |
| Whoa-oa-oa DC. |
| Don’t you take my ishen! |
| Whoa-oa-oa DC. |
| Don’t you touch my collie! |
| No, for the time is so rough, I gotta hustle, yea. |
| I got the great sensimilla, and the good lambsbread, ya. |
| A little? |
| and a little? |
| You dread them waiting in the city, |
| We go lick it to the gritty. |
| So please Mister DC, won’t you have some pity? |
| Whoa-oa-oa DC. |
| Don’t you take my ishen! |
| Whoa-oa-oa DC. |
| Don’t you touch my collie! |
| Whoa-oa-oa DC. |
| Don’t you touch my ishen! |
| Whoa-oa-oa DC. |
| Don’t you touch my collie! |
| No, no, no, no, Mister DC. |