| String a sound, we a string up a sound
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| Me say me love when the bass it a bounce
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| We a rockin' it, from town to town
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| That a must everywhere we touch down
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| Coulda rain, coulda sun, coulda night, coulda morn' we feel it inna we bones
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| We just waan string up sounds, string up sounds, string up sounds
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| Coulda cold, coulda hot even bright or dark a so we tan from the start
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| We just waan string up sounds, string up sounds, string up sounds
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| Whether dub, one drop or rubadub
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| Sound system ever play for the hungry mob
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| Sound it load inna the street, nuh bada lock it up
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| Forward dem waan, so we a wheel it up
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| Pass the new 45, unpack it
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| Bassline bounce and it badder than karate
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| MI want twitters fi, sell off inna market
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| This one to every soundman and artist
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| Bwoy know that this a no talk or chat
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| Inna mi backyard, mi want a big dancehall spot
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| Neighbors dem shall see we with the telescope
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| Me woulda happy if dem follow the path
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| As you enter the gate, you ago full joy, enuh
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| Elders inna the corner, dem a play domino
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| From tune a boss, you fi start from the top
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| Even miss Mary, find a chill spot |