Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sound The Alarm , by - Sean Paul. Release date: 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 |