Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sound The Alarm, artist - Sean Paul.
Date of issue: 15.10.2007
Song language: English
Sound The Alarm |
Do you remember Tony from Capicu? |
And carribean chicks be like papi chu |
All you haters out there can’t stop me dude |
I got niggas out there dem shotta yute |
Y’all not ready for R-R-O y’all not ready for Se-an-Paul |
Y’all not ready for Tony Toca |
Ladies, esa loca |
Ay yo good lookin, from DR to Brooklyn |
Puerto Rico to Montego do it for my people |
Loca aka Mr. suavito |
Do what I do like I’m doin it for me though |
Rep for my bredrin that’s without question |
Pull out the weopen incase they start flexin |
T Touch he bust so stop guessin |
I reel up now wheel it up in a session |
Rudeboy selecta yeah I’m a get’cha |
I’m nice under pressure write a quick lecture |
Sean Paul nothin but love soon as I met ya |
So let’s do this and show 'em who the rudest |
You must be kiddin me, gettin rid of me |
Guns’ll blast them boys from Tivoli |
Or Rema and Jungle where all the killers be |
Even in Italy they still consider me |
One of the dopest that’s cause I lasted |
The rest is all hopeless nothin but asses |
I’m so focused yet I’m so blasted |
(Sean Paul: Dutty Yeah!) |
And I’m out son big up all the masses |
Tell dem all for races seh nuh guy caan try race case |
Gwaan stop di progress and a gwaan embrace this |
A old rust off magnum mi a got hitch upon mi waist |
Tell mi if you nuh love how di teflon taste |
Well I don’t need a lawyer cause there won’t be a case |
Forget what you see now your life is at get replaced |
I’m di dappa Dutty don inna di biz |
I’m about to show you what respect really is |
Punk yah nuh nuttin, yo I know you really think your clever |
But you caan stop di style dem never |
Real push button, start it if yuh ready fi whatever |
Yo tell mi if you heard of mi never dem call mi |
The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca |
Man a gallis, man a gangsta man a born herbalist |
Oonu listen out esa loca |
The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca |
Man a gallis, man a gangsta man a internationalist |
Oonu listen out esa loca |
Yo it’s the Sosa of rap Dominicans stand up |
Kingston Jamaica put your hands up |
San Juan Puerto Rico I got my man Touch |
My nigga Sean Paul big up big up |
It’s that R (Dot) O B (Dot) B |
In Jamaica we smoke kiki kiki |
Ladies we get freaky freaky |
I dropped out of school teach me teach me |
You Touch my man Tony guns’ll blow |
And after the party the straight to the moe |
My nigga Sean Paul still got the flow |
You remember just gimme the light and pass the dro |
R.O.B.B. |
I got my see through straw may we blend up |
Weh all who know see through dat a mi high grade friend up |
Man a store quality we all a smoke to di end |
Wid mi pal upon mi pen up it a inspire mi head up |
But some bwoy waan disturb man med up |
Just through di money weh mi spend up dem high go get red up |
When dem diss mi fi try get mi fed up |
R.O.B.B. |
waan fi rise up di led up |
Tony Toca waan fi get dem place bled up |
Friends and family dem start get shred up |
Just through dem nah hear di words weh mi said up |
Better dem fed up or end up a dead weh dem call mi |
The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca |
Man a gallis, man a gangsta man a born herbalist |
Oonu listen out esa loca |
The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca |
Man a gallis, man a gangsta man a internationalist |
Oonu listen out esa loca |
Yeah, easy R.O.B.B. |
straight out of Jersey yuh dun know Tony Toca |
A Dutty Yo, esa loca |