Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Halfway Tree, artist - Damian Marley. Album song Halfway Tree, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Halfway Tree |
Okay, remember to breathe |
And one and two and three and bounce and bounce |
And bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce |
Bounce, bounce, bounce |
Bounce, bounce, bounce |
It’s like keeping a stage show and want the place fi done |
Wha you do, call my management that walk wid 50 gun |
Wha mi do, nah goin' go pon stage until me get me funds |
Wha mi sing, one Jr. Gong what a hefty sum |
Youngest veteran intercept di run |
Artist a carry feelings and tears a run |
Say you know, say a just true, him a Bob Marley son |
How him get a Swizz Beatz and you nuh get me none |
Wha mi sing strictly ex amount of high grade sess mi bun |
Wha mi sing strictly only high grade princess mi bun |
Politician well love push up dem chest mi bun |
Certain loud rowdy talking interest mi gun |
Now mi come fi bun down all material object |
Wid a raas claat gold chain 'round me neck |
Me bun a fire pon di man weh love bitch and fret |
And want every little detail intricate |
Well, dem just can’t believe or dem won’t accept |
Jr. Gong and Swizz Beatz, fassy don’t forget |
Well, is it just me or is it hot to death |
It’s the Halfway Tree C.D. |
and cassette |
D.J. |
race a run on your mark, get set |
And watch everybody run to the record outlet |
Tell me who C.D. |
do you think they get |
The one closest to the Bob Marley box set |
And boom and anyhow you nuh feel me yet |
Well, chances are you might soon go def |
Me have a clip fully loaded and one select |
Fi any bwoy weh nuh want show the Gong respect |
All me shirt and shoes and pants me bet |
Say a nuff D.J. |
haffi go starve to death |
While dem girl read about me on the Internet |
But it’s not their fault, don’t get upset |
Because dem can’t touch me intellect |
And boom dem can’t even bounce a check |
Well, you better rest your drinks pon a serviette |
And gwon bounce around until you sweat |
Okay, remember to breathe |
And one and two |
Just bounce, bounce, bounce |
Bounce |
Just bounce, bounce, bounce |
Bounce |
Bounce, bounce, bounce |
Bounce |
Bounce, bounce, bounce |
So return to di venues you used to fill |
And return to the ends where you used to chill |
I know them putting punks up on over kill |
Wid some everyday tune, I refuse to build |
Now you’ve been waiting patiently until boom |
A me name Jr. Gong and still, boom |
Ridin' a bounce and you can’t stand still, boom |
See it deh now your drinks a spill |
You have some D.J. |
think dem shoot to kill |
'Cause dem spar wid, a couple thug youths weh will |
Wait till dem lickle chumpas, dem have draw nil |
Ah di same thug, ah climb thru dem windowsill |
And, anyhow you no pay di bill |
Well, dem could a find you a Sligoville |
You better mind how you use your talent and skill |
Till you hear man a bruk down your burglar grill |
Well, it’s from baby pram n to Stroller dem |
We rock mics anywhere, we get a hold a dem |
Wid di Muffin looking over, we shoulder dem |
Better read out all mi portfolio dem |
Well, it’s roots and branches, sticks and stems |
A di Halfway Tree and it a murder dem |
Ghetto youths, one fam, you never heard a dem |
Dangerous nightlife observer dem |
So just bounce, bounce, bounce wit' me |
Big man big woman and pickney |
Feel no pain when di music hit me |
Find all a gyal weh fit me |
Keeping a stage show and want the place fi done |
Wha you do, call my management that walk wid 50 gun |
Wha mi do, nah goin' go pon stage until me get me funds |
Wha mi sing, one Jr. Gong what a hefty sum |
Youngest veteran intercept di run |
Artist a carry feelings and tears a run |
Say you know, say a just true, him a Bob Marley son |
How him get a Swizz Beats and you nuh get me none |
Wha mi sing strictly ex amount of high grade sess mi bun |
Wha mi sing strictly only high grade princess mi bun |
Politician well love push up dem chest mi bun |
Certain loud rowdy talking interest mi gun |
Now mi come fi bun down all material object |
Wid a raas claat gold chain 'round me neck |
Me bun a fire pon di man weh love bitch and fret |
And want every little detail intricate |
Well, dem just can’t believe or dem won’t accept |
Jr. Gong and Swizz Beatz, fassy don’t forget |
Well, is it just me or is it hot to death |
It’s the Halfway Tree C.D. |
and cassette |
D.J. |
race a run on your mark, get set |
And watch everybody run to the record outlet |
Tell me who C.D. |
do you think they get |
The one closest to the Bob Marley box set |
Well, dem just can’t believe or dem won’t accept |
Jr. Gong and Swizz Beatz, fassy don’t forget |
Well, is it just me or is it hot to death |
It’s the Halfway Tree C.D. |
and cassette |
D.J. |
race a run on your mark, get set |
And watch everybody run to the record outlet |
Tell me who C.D. |
do you think they get |
The one closest to the Bob Marley box set |
So just |
Bounce, bounce, bounce |
Bounce, bounce, bounce |
Bounce, bounce, bounce |