Cutty Ranks, Home T & Cocoa Tea The Going Is Rough

The Going Is Rough

Cocoa Tea Cutty Ranks Home T


Songtexte




How the race is not for the swift
Only who can endure it
Only the fittest of the fittest shall survive
And when you start to survive
Just keep on keep yourself alive
Said Selassie I know
Sometimes the road gets too rough
And you can't stand the pace
Can't keep up with the leaders
So get out of the race
Though you try and try so hard
Failure is your just reward
There is a lesson you must learn
Play with fire, you must get burned
The going is rough, it's gonna get rougher
The going is tough, it's gonna get tougher
So if you were in doubt, it's time to get out
And stop running your mouth, hey
Mi say, donkey no business inna champion race
Three the whole day come fi mash up the place
When we set it, nuff bwoy can't check it
Say, who can't take it better gwaan and lef' it
Tell the whole of dem say we control dem picket
Tell the rest of dem gwan go empty the bucket
Wha' bend up? Your face? No bother try chuck it
If you try chuck it, you must kick the bucket
Everyday another imposter
Waan come take away we place
And everywhere we go there's another one
Waan come point inna we face
Though they try to get us out
We've got no fear and we've got no doubt
We've got the talent and we've got the skill
We know the way and we've got the will
The going is rough, it gonna get rougher
The going is tough, it gonna get tougher
And if a bwoy try a thing him melt like butter
No judging by mi looks and no judging by mi color
There's Cutty Rank pon the microphone center
Come a dancehall a just roots and culture
Hibby-dibby DJ gwan get turn over
Listen Raggamuffin jam out every corner
You check say we simple, check say we simple
Cah we no stay pon corner and idle
You check say we simple, check say we simple
You waan come take away we title
The going is rough, it's gonna get rougher
The going is tough, it's gonna get tougher
If you were in doubt, it's time to get out
And stop running your mouth, hey
Mi say, donkey no business inna champion race
Three the whole day come fi mash up the place
When we set it, nuff bwoy can't check it
Say, who can't take it better gwaan and lef' it
Tell the whole of dem say we control dem picket
Tell the rest of dem gwan go empty the bucket
Wha' bend up? Your face? No bother try chuck it
If you try chuck it, you must kick the bucket
Sometimes the road gets too rough
And you can't stand the pace
Can't keep up with the leaders
So get out of the race
Another one for the road, another one
This is a brand new episode, yes
Another one for the road, said another one
This is a brand new episode
Don't only talk about the people dem problem
We've got to help them solve them
Don't only talk about the ills of the world
We gotta help remove them
People in the USSR, people in the US of A
People inna England, South Africa
Got to let dem know we nah play
Another one for the road, another one
This is a brand new episode, yes
Another one for the road, said another one
This is a brand new episode
Pass me the baton and make me carry further
Home T Cutty, cu-cutty have the answer
All the oppressors dem got to leave 'bout yah
Right a now we a go kill dem with the culture
You only sit back in your easy chair
Pretending that you care
But when it comes to the cry of the people
You claim to never hear
But you've got to shout it out (Sound it out)
With the voice of the people
Shout it loud and clear
From the highest steeple
Another one for the road, another one
Another brand new episode, yes
Another one for the road, said another one
Another brand new episode
One of dem come, hold on to the cutter
Two of dem come, cuh cuh burn dem like a pepper
No blood for oil
Mothers and fathers help me sing
No blood for oil
I was only talking, speaking out the truth
Didn't mean to mash no corn, wasn't trying to be cute
But if misinformation is your intention
I'm your greatest enemy
'Cause I've got to talk everything that's in my heart
And that's the way it's gonna be
No blood for oil, think about the children
No blood for oil, even the Arabs love their children
I will speak the truth and speak it ever
Course it what it will
Though many before me who chose this path
Ended up being killed
But a the truth inna mi heart and you know mi haffi talk
Even if it cause some wrath
Mi nah ease up, no, we haffi speak up
Set my conscience free, yeah
Lord have mercy, dem crown me king
Right a now Jah man, me come to teach dem discipline, hey
Cutty Rank inna shock and a sting
Say, some deejay haffi cool, deejay haffi cool
Low the foundation, me come yah so fi rule
Some deejay haffi cool, deejay haffi cool
Low the foundation, me come yah so fi rule
Too much idle talk and careless chat
All of dem, the deejay haffi stay a back
Mi say, from fi your mouth, you a go put a padlock
When we catch you inna di
Ah, yeah!
Hip hop, driving the youths dem crazy
A just hip hop, dedicated to the hip hoppers, say (Oh, Lord!)
Hip hop, driving the youths dem crazy (Ooh wee)
And the good old dancehall style for everybody
Body heat, the place is hot
Girls in tights and skimpy tops
Going to the disco, going to the dance
To hear the rapper rap or the DJ chant
A just hip hop, driving the youths dem crazy (Mmm)
A just hip hop, dedicated to the hip hoppers, say (In the dance!)
Hip hop, driving the youths dem crazy (Woah, Lord!)
And the good old Rub-a-Dub style make
The posse run wild (All the while!)
So when we come yah fi go ram dance
We no easy
When we come yah fi go ram dance
We no jest
When we come yah fi go ram dance
Ain't no stopping us, ain't no stopping us
Ain't no stopping us, ain't no stopping us
No-no-no-no-no-no-no
A just hip hop, driving the youths dem crazy (Ooh wee)
A just hip hop, dedicated to the dancing posse (Ooh wee)
A just hip hop, driving the youths dem crazy
And the good old dancehall style for everybody
Only me should be loving you
Only me should put the sparkle in your eyes
Only me should be loving you
No one else should even try
Don't think I'm jealous, but the facts are the facts
Everybody wants the kind of love that you've got
I can't really blame them, but I'm in no mood to share
A love like yours you don't find anywhere
Only me should be loving you
Only me should put the sparkle in your eyes
Only me should be loving you
No one else should even try
Red eye, red eye, red eye, stop lust
Red eye, red eye, red eye, you better get bus'
Competition, everybody want piece of the action
Competition, but me no inna that, no way, no
Competition, promises from all direction
Some will promise you the world, but don't watch that
Some a plan, some a check, but a dem get decheck
Some a win, some a lose, but a dem get refuse
Some a spend, some a lend, end up inna problem
Some a brag, some a boast, and a dem lose the most
In the competition, me no inna that, no, no
Competition, so don't watch that
Might have to get along without you now
Who is he? What is he to you?
What was he doing at your house way past two?
Who is he? What is he to you?
What was he doing at your house way past two?
I know he's not your brother, not a part of your family
If you're so innocent, why are you acting so nervously?
From the look on his face, I can tell he doesn't know the facts
But what I wanna know, more importantly, will he be back? (Oh)
Who is he? What is he to you?
What was he doing at your house way past two?
Who is he? What is he to you?
What was he doing at your house way past two?
Way past due
Now, I know it's just some likkle
Badmind bwoy weh no stop run up dem mouth
But let me tell you something, man
Dem no waan spread rumors, waan own the business
A me control the border
Selassie I, no come take them over, seen?
Lord have mercy!
The original, original
Me are the gangster, me are the gangster
Original, original
Me are the lyrics teacher, the teacher
Look how me cash me hat and catch it pon the side
Me get off fi me money and me buy me new ride
A lot of sexy, pretty girl me have dem inside
All the badmind people better run and hide
Me tell you this
The original, original
Me are the gangster, me are the gangster
The original, original
The lyrics inventor, inventor
A when me hold the microphone, say, I am the danger
Me a go ramp dancehall and kill dem with the culture
Galang, say, Raggamuffin, 'cause you hot like pepper
And listen Raggamuffin pon the mic center
Me get the protection from almighty Jah Jah
To the original, original
Me are the gangster, the gangster
The original, original
I man are the gangster, the gangster
And did you know, say, Raggamuffin, me have the title
To test the Raggamuffin, that is impossible
Don't you know that Cutty Ranking, me invisible
When me hold the microphone and me got the title
The original, original
Me are the gangster, the gangster
The original, original
Me are the gangster, me are the gangster
Look how the culture lyrics dem a flow off of fi me lip
If a boy come test me, me a go come off of me hip
A little after that me a go lash him with the whip
Say, galang Cutty Rankin 'cause you physical fit
The original, original
Me are the gangster, the gangster
The original, original
Me are the gangster, the gangster
Give thanks and praises to the Most High, Jah, Rastafari
And the downpressers coulda never get fi the I and I, seen?
Jah would never give the power to the downpressers
Run come crucify the sufferers
Time alone, oh, time will tell
You thief up the gold and silver, but you're living in hell
You thief up the gold and silver, but you're living in hell
Time alone, oh, time will tell
You thief up the gold and silver, but you're living in hell
Rasta know, I
You cyan call pon your friend name Bosa
You cyan lean pon your friend name Tasha
You cyan lean pon your friend George Bush
You cyan call pon your friend Roberta
'Cause the whole of dem soft, umm-hmm, the whole of dem soft
'Cause Jah would never give the power to the downpressers
Run come crucify the sufferers
Time alone, oh, time will tell
You thief up the gold and silver, but you're living in hell
You thief up the gold and silver, but you're living in hell
Time alone, oh, time will tell
You thief up the gold and silver, but you're living in hell
I, woy, woy, woy, woy
Woy, woy, woy
Woy, woy, woy
Woy, woy, woy, woy
Sing again, sing again now
Woy, woy, woy, woy
Woy, woy, woy
Woy, woy, woy, woy
I, uh!
Woah, yeah
Lovely little girl of mine
(Ain't no woman like the one I've got)
Oh no, oh no-no
(Ain't no woman like the one I've got)
Sweeter than the sugar cane
(Ain't no woman like the one I've got)
Oh no
Everyday the sun comes up around her
She can make the birds sing harmony
Every drop of rain is glad it found her
Heaven must have made her just for me
When she smiles so warm and tender
A sight for sore eyes to see
Ain't no woman like the one I've got
Said, oh no, they don't come better
To make her happy doesn't take a lot
She don't ask for things like diamond rings
We go together like a hand in glove
I'm a lonely man when she is gone
Ain't no woman like the one I've got
Oh no
She can build me up, when it's down I'm going
Put a little music in my day
Wouldn't be surprised if my love keeps growing
Bigger every minute she stays away
I could kiss the ground she walks on
'Cause it's my words, my words she will obey
Ain't no woman like the one I've got
Said, oh no, they don't come better
To make her happy doesn't take a lot
She don't ask for things like diamond rings
We go together like a hand in glove
I'm a lonely man when she is gone
Ain't no woman like the one I've got
Oh no
Hey, bro
Let me see your alien registration card, man
Where you from?
Zagga!
(Alien, alien)
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, where you from?
Where you from? (Alien, alien)
[Verse 1: Shaggy & (Leonard)
Do you know?
The deck is stacked, the cards are marked
The odds don't look too good for you and me
Well, you may be making cash
But the system takes it all back
One day in your distress
You find you've been working for the IRS
Mi naw, mi naw, mi naw go lef' yah
Mi naw, mi naw, mi naw go lef' yah
Mi naw go lef' yah fi go live a Canada
Mi only love the green dollars in America
Coulda London, Paris, or down a China
Tell the World, sir, mi naw lef' yah
Lift your ragamuffin, millionaires yah
Anywhere mi go, strictly culture
[Verse 2: Shaggy & (Leonard)
They say Haitians love demonstrations
Jamaicans love to smuggle the ganja
(A weh dem a deal wid deh yah?)
They claim Colombians digging out cocaine
Trinidadians, dem nuh stop use dem brain
(Alien, alien)
Alien in America (Alien in America)
You're an alien in America
(Alien, alien)
Mi say, mi have mi passport and mi have mi documents
Have mi house and mi nah pay no rent
Fi mi house a six apartment
Nah go America go pitch no tent
True say, ragamuffin stand firm and mi name
Mi say, mi naw, mi naw, mi naw go lef' yah
Mi naw, mi naw, mi naw go lef' yah
Mi say, mi naw, mi naw, mi naw, mi naw
Mi naw, mi naw, mi naw, mi naw go lef' yah
[Verse 3: Shaggy & (Leonard)
Dem can't tame we
So dem frame we
Nickname we
Now dem come blame we
Fi every little wrong that gwan
You may be rich in L.A
Have houses in Washington
But I want you to understand
It's not your native land
You're just an alien, alien, alien
Alien in America (Alien in America)
You're an alien, alien, alien
Work hard 'til you sweat
They never let you forget
You're an alien in America (Alien in America)
I know you are
The red Indian who owned this land



Autor(en): Anthony Cameron, Philip Thomas, Michael Bennett Copyright: Dub Rockers Publishing, Ultra Music Publishing Europe Ag, Payday Music Publishing Europe Ag, Jack Russell Music Limited



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