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Everybody-ody-ody-ody Needs somebody-ody-ody-ody Everybody-ody-ody-ody Needs somebody, somebody to love Ahh-ahh I'm thankful Where I reach in life, cah man grow rough Ghetto yute, wi fight di fight Dem cyan hold wi now Cyan hold wi down Dem cyan hold wi now, ooh Cyan hold wi down Woi Uh, buss a shot for a real one I don't mean a gun finger, buss a real one Dem free Buju, we was raised on the real dons Not all these rassclart lil' sumn's, nah Black suit like I'm dressed for a killing Steppin' at a aunties, something fresh we be whippin' All black Range Rover, all black women I bet the Daily Mail wan' photoshop a spliff in, aye This one, it got the summer on smash Couple hundred plus VAT, do the fucking quick maths Out of character to gas but it's facts, cuz SongtexteI was in Ayia Napa in bless club You can ask Demon and you can ask D Dubz Representin' East in a sea full of C1's, uh I ain't a gangster but I rave with dem We both pop ten bottles of escapism I'm thankful Where I reach in life, cah man grow rough Ghetto yute, wi fight di fight Get the yout to fight the fight Dem cyan hold wi now Cyan hold wi down Dem cyan hold wi now Cyan hold wi down Woi Tell them a bad man ting An a yard man ting An a London ting Bwoy dem wan' man fail Dem nuh wan' man free Dem nuh wan' man win Dem know dem can't violate Cah mi have song wey ah sing like violin I'm so god-damn blessed, everyday of mi life, I keep smiling Used to play run house, every time the sun out Now they're getting guns out, man are getting run down Every new day, a new drama, something's gone down Couple man gone in, a couple man just come out Some Gucci loafers, we're going out out Fuck Hakkasan, got G sheakers looking gang there We don't twist fingers and we don't wear bandanas We just drink Henny from the bottle, call it bad manners Yeah, we're from bad manors, can't take the mickey round here If a boy move iffy 'round here, might clip him 'round ear For the dawgs and kitties round here But the gyal dem pretty round here (Oh gosh) This is major living Bore fruit like Bob with The Wailers with him Champagne in the dance, I say we play the rhythm Money pull up, make a jockey jack our favourite lyrics Plus I ain't baby sipping I'm in the V.I, I don't see none of them (Weh dem deh?) Might see Ghetts, I see Post, I see Wretch (Chillin', ooh) I see Bizzle, Dom P, nuttin' less (Wah gwan?) Hollowman, that's my gun man friend (Pump pump) I come here with a couple money man friend (Wheelie dem) So don't come here with your bottle contest (Problem) Every month, bills, every week, stress But we blessed 'cause we made it out the ends I'm thankful Where I reach in life, cah man grow rough Ghetto yute, wi fight di fight Dem cyan hold wi now Cyan hold wi down Dem cyan hold wi now Cyan hold wi down Woi Tell them a bad man ting An a yard man ting An a London ting Bwoy dem wan' man fail Dem nuh wan' man free Dem nuh wan' man win Dem know dem cyan violate Cah mi have song wey ah sing like violin I'm so god-damn blessed, everyday of mi life, I keep smiling Matic ugly like Chucky bride Anywhere mi go, mi ever have it pon mi side Run up on the kid, that's suicide My killy drawn the .45, and do the .35 Champagne pop inna di crib (Sweet) Dem life, seh mi wan' live Fly guy summer, sent the kids out the ends But you can't take the ends out the kid Aus Songtexte Mania