NAâMAN lyrics : "Skanking Shoes"
Nah let the fashion toot you
I need a club I need a vibe I need a mic ina me hand
I need a crazy selecta so ruffa than dem
A dutty dancehall tell dem again ina the morning yes
Fi warm up me body when Paris is burning.
I need a really smelly spliff cause me nah sing without me weed,
I need a meditation time, high grade give the spin.
Rum in my bottle and me like it with nothing.
What's about me shoes man? Serious ting !
Let see what kind a shoes they got ina the likkle corner shop.
Roots rocker rock steady ska and one drop.
Feel how it moves up your feet pon the ground.
We need a good not a swagga one
There is no reason for the bad dressed feet to jump up
So never let a scammer do the job, if you dress it up man dress it up nicer
Hey Rudeboy !!
!@^^ing, dash away your boots man we !@$#ing
Spoil up your foot just !@$#ing put on your !@$#ing shoes
I was a youth, a pickney, practicing the beat killing,
Pilling the vinyl, pilling Ragga Magazine when sickness came over me
Oh what a fever, sickness came over me
(OH WHAT A FEVER !!)
With no doubt, today it rules me destiny
Mix up the dance of me job it's my favorite
I like to do it cool, juicy in July, Naâman can be sweet if you nice up me mood and me body
So me shoes me depend on fi !@$# it all night long
Quality prevails that's me deep rooted position
Naâman top ranking, smooth feet a !@$# it
Real cobbler yes your foot affi love it and
Have you got !@$#ing shoes? Deep Rockers offishal !@$#ing shoes seller . Have you got your !@$#ing shoes my brothers?
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