| Cool down your temper, Mr Cop, cool down
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| Hear me when I say, I say
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| Cool down your temper, Mr Cop, cool down
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| Put a smile on your face while passing through
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| Put away all the frown and that awful screw
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| We just sipping a cup and having some fun
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| And it’s better than in the streets bashing guns
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| Telling me stay chilling
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| Cool down your temper, Mr Cop, cool down
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| They just licking a cup I said
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| Cool down your temper, Mr Cop, cool down
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| Say we are just sipping a cup
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| Meat be in market, marrow in a bone
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| What don’t concern you, please leave it alone
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| Cos the grass was made for the cow and ass
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| And the herb on this land for the use of man
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| Tell 'em, Missa, tell 'em
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| Cool down your temper, Mr Cop, cool down
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| We’re just licking a cup I said
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| Cool down your temper, Mr Cop, cool down
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| Say we are just sipping a cup
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| Cool down your temper, Mr Cop, cool down
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| Down down, down down
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| Go down, go down, go down
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| Coppy, stop you bothering me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mr. Cop , by - Gregory Isaacs. Song from the album The African Museum / Tad's Collection, Vol. II, in the genre Регги