Lyrics Call The Police - John Wayne

Call The Police

It’s a robbery!
Call the police for me!
Aye!
Wha da da da dang
Wha da da da dang-dang, aye!
Bang-beda, angly-bo, ongly-bang
Wha-da-da-da-da-da-da-da dang
You just!
Call the police for me
You tell them, «it's a case of emergency!»
Jah know, two robbers just jook down me
Them go inna mi pocket, take out mi money
Them go around my neck, take 'way mi jewelry
Them go upon mi finger, take 'way mi ring, you see?
Hey!
You just!
Call the police for me
The gun weh them jook me with is a M3
Hey!
You just!
Call the police for me
No matter if them performance speed or ready
Mi tell you, John Wayne, him come fi tell everybody
Mi flashing mi lyrics 'round so, reality
Mi come from mi mother, come from mi daddy
Mi born and mi grow a Kingston City
Mi nice up New York, and Canada City
And when mi hold the mic, a just reality
Hey!
You just!
Call the police for me
Tell them, «it's a case of emergency!»
Lord, two robbers just jook down me
The gun weh them jook me with is a M3
Them go inna mi pocket, take out mi money
Them go around my neck, take 'way mi jewelry
I tell you, Mr. Wayne, him come fi tell everybody
And when mi hold the mic, mi please you and me
Hey!
It’s me, it’s me, it’s me, it’s me, it’s John Wayne-y
It’s me, it’s me, it’s me, it’s me, it’s John Wayne-y
Mi dub it in one, mi dub it in two, mi dub it inna three
Mi dub it in one, mi dub it in two, mi dub it inna three
And me is a youth mi come fi please everybody
And me is a youth mi come fi please everybody
Just!
Call the police for me
Tell them, «it's a case of emergency!»
Lord, two robbers just jook down me
Go inna mi pocket, take out mi money
Hear wha' dem say!
«John Wayne, the life in the ghetto nuh easy»
Hey!
«Search we pocket, we nuh have no money»
«We baby mother 'round a back a stare pon we»
«We little baby crying 'cause him feel hungry»
«Him wake up this morning and him don’t drink no tea»
«We come out a street, we a look money»
But, just!
Call the police for me
Tell them, «it's a case of emergency!»
Lord, two robbers just jook down me
Go inna mi pocket, take 'way mi money
Little after that, them take 'way mi jewelry
I tell you, Mr. Wayne, him come fi tell everybody
The gun weh them jook me with is a M3
The gun weh them jook me with is a Speci’y
Hey!
It’s me, it’s me, it’s me, it’s me, it’s John Wayne-y
It’s me, it’s me, it’s me, it’s me, it’s John Wayne-y
Listen to what them say to me
«The life in the ghetto, say it’s easy»
«Just search we pocket, we nuh have no money»
«We baby mother 'round a back a stare pon we»
«We little baby crying 'cause him feel hungry»
«Him wake up this morning and him don’t drink no tea»
«Somewhere we haffi look it!»
«Go let me tell you, somewhere we haffi look it!»
But wha' mi say?
Just!
Call the police for me
Tell them, «it's a case of emergency!»…