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Get rotten
Get, get, get rotten
Get, get
Get rotten
Get, get, get rotten
Get, get
This youth been grown in Jamaica as a good lad, good lad
I bet you corner people never know the youth would get so bad, so bad
But now him get rotten (Get rotten)
Let me tell you how it happen
Went to America, get a bite of the Big Apple
Mmm, and now him get rotten (Get rotten)
He claims that they took all the freedom he had, he had
On the corner inna Brooklyn, they shot down his mommy and dad, and dad
And so his only intention is to get mad, mad
'Cause now him get rotten (Get rotten)
Nobody come with the dressing
Because the youth man get rotten
Wha' him do?
Take weh police gun and take weh dem baton
Out pon street a pure shot him lickin'
This youth say him nah have no sympathy
Say him nah jester with society
Oh no
Because the youth man get rotten
Mhm, oh
He claims that society treated him so bad
So he lost his respect, all the love that he had
He claims that they treated him with so much injustice
And he's here to stamp out all the malpractice
I said the youth man get rotten
Mmm, let me tell you how it happen
Went to America, get a bite of the Big Apple
Mmm, and now him get rotten
Ooh wee, hey
This youth was grown up a yard as a good lad
Bet you corner people never know the youth would get so bad
They shot down his mommy and also shot down his dad
Oh Lord, and so him get rotten (Get rotten)
Nobody come with the dressing
No worry come with the cotton
Because the youth man get rotten
Wha' him say?
Him say him a go take all herb house, him a go take all crack house
If a guy try a ting, a pure shoot out
This youth man say him nah have no sympathy
Say him nah jester with society
Oh no, Lord
Because the youth man get rotten
Mhm, nobody come with the cotton
No worry come with the dressing
Mhm, oh
He claims that society treated him so bad
So he lost his respect, all the love that he had
He claimed that they treated him with so much injustice
And now he's here to stamp out all the malpractice
Oh Lord, and so him get rotten (Get rotten)
Said him no 'fraid fi go a prison
Mhm, him rather take the coffin
Because the youth man get rotten
Woah, boy, boy
Lord, boy, yeah
Take weh police gun and take weh dem baton
Out pon street a pure shot him lickin'
Say him nah jester with society
This youth man nah show no pity
Hey, hey



Writer(s): Colvin George Scott


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