Lyrics Pro-Gress - Jahvillani

(Yow Ridwaan)
From a dolla' to a mill'
From e ghetto now wi inna Bugatti
Every man a look a ting

Mi run di road like taxi pon di route
Dem lock di avenue, mi cold, Pasadena, Malibu
Yow a wah duh you? Mi bold
Man a African fi true, classic attribute
Mi affi chop di food fi give mi family and mi yute
Di Gad recruit
Di gadgets and di troops like di Nazis and di Jews
Tell di Babylon fi move weh si di katty and refuse
Get di matches and di fuel
Gi dem ashes and di fume
Yeah wi bad beyond di moon
Highest altitude
Mi contribute to prostitute
Christian waah fi have mi yute
Rasta gyal weh have di roots weh power up mi cocky root
A baddaz inna mi room weh interact wid attitude
Mi nuh plan fi lose guh tell dem seh mi have a lot fi prove (yooo)

From a dolla' to a mill' (million)
From e ghetto now wi inna Bugatti (vroom)
Every pretty gyal a look a mi (cuh' deh)
And every man a look a ting (jah know)
'Cah wi stack it from a dolla' to a mill' (million)
From e ghetto now wi inna Bugatti (vroom)
Every pretty gyal a look a mi
And every man a look a ting

Extraterrestrial
Antichrist, mi well ginnal, di Gad devise a stealth mission
Mi glad fi rise di Tec', di Cal, nuh shot e' like di Remington
Yuh cyaa' deny mi precision
I'm di vilest West Indian, jah know
Look weh mi ketch di man a buy chicken and festival
A weh yuh friends mi Don, no one to stretch a helping hand
Mi knock him wi di 21
Anuh nutt'n technical
Superlative rendition
A hell di devil send mi from

Dem nuh wicked like a wi, mi grip it properly (pow)
Shot a kick inna body, him inna agony, yeah
Full clip inna 'Matic, nuh pickin' a pocket
Heart cold, Minneapolis and wi nuh act as if
Mi and mi gyal inna malice seh mi a gyalis
Seh she never run up inna nut'n likka dis
Suh di next plane out, she a hop on it
'Cah dis yah life yah she cyaa' badda wid (but baby)

Wi stack it from a dolla' to a mill' (million)
From e ghetto now wi inna Bugatti (vroom)
Every pretty gyal a look a mi (cuh' deh)
And every man a look a ting (jah know)
Wi stack it from a dolla' to a mill' (million)
From e ghetto now wi inna Bugatti (fat ride)
Every pretty gyal a look a mi
And every man a look a ting

(Every pretty gyal a look a mi)
(And every man a look a ting)