| Tun it up volume up boss it up yeh
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| switch it up tun it up tun it up yeh
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| tun it up ‘caw we cyaan get enough yeh
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| dweet nuh dag dweet nuh dag
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| tun it up volume up boss it up yeh
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| switch it up till di speakers a broke yeh
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| tun it up ‘caw we cyaan get enough yeh
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| dweet nuh dag dweet nuh dag
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| True mi affi seh
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| true mi neva did deh last friday
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| ‘caw a mi work from monday to monday
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| but now di boss seh him waan fire mi
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| next Friday yuh will see oh da music sweet
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| the bass line di drum beat dem a sound so sweet
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| the edited tracks how dem so clean and neat
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| selecta run di track and mek we stomp we feet
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| my baby is ready and she waan dance
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| so yuh don’t want we fi argue
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| and yuh don’t want we fi discuss no
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| plus yuh don’t want mi fi charge yuh
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| run di track pull it up and go so
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| da music sweet exquisite
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| da one yah name tun it up
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| a yuh da only one weh affi wear the crown
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| nuh matta wah
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| when yuh a step inna the place fayah cyan done
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| When a artist waan fi show the world wah gwaan
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| first him affi get rid of any illusion
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| ‘cause a revolution take a new vision
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| and a new vision take a revolution
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| mi have a million miles to trod
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| and a billion songs fi drop
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| and a trillion mmm
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| man a nuh stop
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| and a zillion rhymes fi mark
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| rolling like a rock man a pull up repeat the groove
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| 3 o’clock road block but dem a call mi cangaroo
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| easy sound bwoy no badda chat no
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| play da one yah from top now
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| bass line drop from night till the morning
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| all mi friends dem gone ‘caw dem girls keep calling
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| ask mi weh di dancer deh Dafne is coming
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| from Italy to Paris back a Jamdong flowing
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| Here come mellow mood with da microphone stand
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| Mr Alambic run di track and galang
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| da music sweet i feel your body trembling
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| and it’s so sweet to have yuh right next to mi
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| nuh touch our secrets like the secret service
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| nobody know so yuh nuh fi nervous
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| and when we step inna the place the fayah hotter
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| yeh when we step inna the place the fayah hotter
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| mi a the man but she run the place
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| and every day we just a quarrel and fight
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| if mi run mi yard then she run the space
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| and if mi seh left she turn back and turn right
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| (Grazie a Eduard per questo testo) |