Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cho Cho Cho, artist - Elephant man. Date of issue: 31.08.2005
Song language: English
Cho Cho Cho |
| You think a rup rups? |
| This a original rude boy ting |
| You no see we have cut off foot jeans and ting |
| This a original rude boy ting |
| You no see me inna mi diamond socks and ting |
| This a original rude boy ting |
| You no see we have we wallaby Clarks and ting |
| This a original rude boy ting, Portmore, Seaview, Callaloo Bed, Riverton |
| Everybody sing! |
| Dem boy deh anuh bad man fi we, yo, the whole of dem a cuckoo |
| Pop it off and buss it, everybody go so, ruggu! |
| Diss, you dead! |
| The likkle baby you go duggu duggu |
| Pop it off and buss it, everybody go so, ruggu! |
| Copper like true your nose gone with your booger |
| Pop it off and buss it, everybody go so, ruggu! |
| Nor juju |
| Pop it off and buss it, everybody go so — |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| Bad man, we no take talk a bumboclaat |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| We no trust nothing after dark a bumboclaat |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| Bad man, we no take talk a bumboclaat |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| We no trust nothing after dark a bumboclaat |
| Cho cho |
| Who dem a bother-bother? |
| No bother-bother me, my youth, go bother-bother your mother |
| Copper jook you like a macka |
| Make you zippy zappa |
| Make you wippy wappa |
| Make you do the chacha chacha |
| You go diss Wappa Wappa |
| We drop a bomb pon your mom, copper your papa |
| Cho cho |
| Wha' happen to you, Fatta? |
| Wha' happen to you, Fatta? |
| Diss me and you know it nah go proper |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| Bad man, we no take talk a bumboclaat |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| We no trust nothing after dark a bumboclaat |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| Bad man, we no take talk a bumboclaat |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| We no trust nothing after dark a bumboclaat |
| Drive by, wet dem up a dem corner like Dennis |
| Dem anuh bad man, dem a police like Ennis |
| The whole society done know we a menace |
| Pull it up and fix it back, real gun chemist |
| Dem a fool, dem a googoo like Dennis the Menace |
| Real bad man, we no play table tennis |
| Go ask top road, Dunkirk, or one tennis |
| Tivoli man dem say fi send it |
| How it go? |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| Bad man, we no take talk a bumboclaat |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| We no trust nothing after dark a bumboclaat |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| Bad man, we no take talk a bumboclaat |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| We no trust nothing after dark a bumboclaat |
| Dem boy deh anuh bad man fi we, yo, the whole of dem a cuckoo |
| Pop it off and buss it, everybody go so, ruggu! |
| Diss, you dead! |
| The likkle baby you go duggu duggu |
| Pop it off and buss it, everybody go so, ruggu! |
| Copper like true your nose gone with your booger |
| Pop it off and buss it, everybody go so, ruggu! |
| Nor juju |
| Pop it off and buss it, everybody go so — |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| Bad man, we no take talk a bumboclaat |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| We no trust nothing after dark a bumboclaat |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| Bad man, we no take talk a bumboclaat |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| We no trust nothing after dark a bumboclaat |
| Cho cho |
| Who dem a bother-bother? |
| No bother-bother me, my youth, go bother-bother your mother |
| Copper jook you like a macka |
| Make you zippy zappa |
| Make you wippy wappa |
| Make you do the chacha chacha |
| You go diss Wappa Wappa |
| We drop a bomb pon your mom, copper your papa |
| Cho cho |
| Wha' happen to you, Fatta? |
| Wha' happen to you, Fatta? |
| Diss me and you know it nah go proper |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| Bad man, we no take talk a bumboclaat |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| We no trust nothing after dark a bumboclaat |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| Bad man, we no take talk a bumboclaat |
| Cho cho cho! |
| To bumboclaat |
| We no trust nothing after dark a bumboclaat |