in the gutter Music is my bread and butter I got a show in Brooklyn 'cause the ghetto love us Pulled up in Mtulu's truck, I'm suited up, I'm cool as fuck
[intro skit for first 43 seconds] [Royce Da 5'9" + (Blade)] Yeah, yeah When the rubber band pops from the top of them stacks Mami drop them tops 'fore
groovy speak out the head, provided for the hardrocks Here to resurrect the ghetto beats for the blocks You can dig the styles cause the styles are for
the Coral Reefer Band Ski Colorado where there ain't no snow, plant a tree and watch it grow That what I might do Go out and buy me a suit and tie, go
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Glasters, that's all The next time was '89 with the raggle-taggle band We were jammin' jigs and reels in a backstage transit van I wore a wedding suit
is the one. Boy I'll tell ya, God made him for me. I'm something to put up with. And to endure that is amazing. I'll be the first to tell you, trust
's all I can do not to stare What say you to them, past, present and future That you don't care If so, you'll be the first and I'll give you the keys
six man For the first time from Jamaica Dillinger and Leroy Smart Delroy Wilson, your cool operator Ken Boothe for UK pop reggae With backing bands
vestibule Yeah, it's gettin' full Even old Aunt Ruby came Her first time on an airplane It's her sister's girl She wouldn't miss it for the world And
of kings who died and rappers out to dethrone me For they crown they head is cut off, bodies is laid Dead in the street, it's so fuckin' pitiful First
this whole band to be a big love letter So we play the SKA and it makes you feel better God's got love for us, so we got love for you It's your life,
front the Coral Reefer Band Ski Colorado where there ain't no snow, plant a tree and watch it grow That what I might do Go out and buy me a suit and tie
band I wanna be a better band This is it, what are you crying for? This is it, were you expecting more? This is it, what are you crying for? This is
chair seats And one old man always the first to stand And snap a sharp salute And one by one the crowd around Would rise and follow suit For the streamers
a relay But ain't no fools runnin' sprints in shorts It's just niggaz shootin' dice on the basketball courts Waitin' for the day to get revenge for
want this whole band to be a big love letter So we play the ska and it makes you feel better God's got love for us, so we got love for you It's your