Ho La La

Ah mercy
Cho!
Ah the time and again
Your blessed friend from over Bethlehem
Reaching out to all me enemy and friend
Is a news dem say me go so

Oh, hey, oh, la la
Ting, tang, chawala-wala, bing, bing
Oh, hey, oh, la la
Ah, me with the Rastaman dem
Again!
Oh, hey, oh, la la
Ting, tang, chawala-wala, bing, bing
Oh, hey, oh, la la
Ah, me with the Rastaman dem

Say some DJ is like crosses
We are the yard
It's like say them DJ, they need glasses
Them is like horses tied out of grasses
We ago left them all pon the bypasses

Without your money, just tell me your wishes
If you want me drown them DJ there off of Criss
Or you want me burn them out with one stick of matches

'Cause them all a follow no style man, no sausage
And never know me go Water Fire College

Flames and fire, and all burn down them cottage
Burn no parrot, puss, nor dog, nor rattiest
From them high then I man have courage
Burn two of them and them act like them wicked
Burn dozen more and them act stiff necked
Now me hear say me wanted by Haziq
But big done deal with the damage
So me go so

Oh, hey, oh, la la
Ting, tang, chawala-wala, bing, bing
Oh, hey, oh, la la
Ah, me with the Rastaman dem
My friend!
Oh, hey, oh, la la
Ting, tang, chawala-wala, bing, bing
Oh, hey, oh, la la
Ah, me with the Rastaman dem

I say, as me talk another style
You know them take it and a flush it all about like a three-star chick
Well, down inna mi book like a Rastaman comic
Under my vibes and all the couple load of chronic
Then I say, if you're from, them DJ deh fi vomit
Better if them no fight fi your slavery abolish
Everything would a crisp and well polish
Now me left them astonished
After me go so

Oh, hey, oh, la la
Ting, tang, chawala-wala, bing, bing
Oh, hey, oh, la la
Ah, me with the Rastaman dem
My friend!
Oh, hey, oh, la la
Ting, tang, chawala-wala, bing, bing
Oh, hey, oh, la la
Ah, me with the Rastaman dem

I say, throughout the music business
I am one that's unsigned
Me tell you the truth, boy, that Jah love
Me lyrics, them well refined
Take me, God's voice, and walk pon Jah's line
Me no only lyrically, I'm godly inclined

Me no go hesitate fi build versatile tune
As me make them check and me down the air soon
Try fi kill the little tree before it bloom

Hear Selassie I, you boy, and that's why you're doomed
Lightning and thunder burst, strike, you're dead inna your room
Emmanuel, I'm coming home soon
If me no be there in April, I'll be there in June
Fi be the catcher, Jah man, watch the flowers them a bloom

Right from morning, back to noon
So me go so

Oh, hey, oh, la la
Ting, tang, chawala-wala, bing, bing
Oh, hey, oh, la la
Ah, me with the Rastaman dem
My friend!
Oh, hey, oh, la la
Ting, tang, chawala-wala, bing, bing
Oh, hey, oh, la la
Ah, me with the Rastaman dem

But some DJ is like crosses
Determined the yard
It's like say some DJ need just glasses
Them is like horses tied out of grasses

Me ago left them all pon the bypasses
Without your money, just tell me your wishes
If you want me drown them DJ there off of Criss
Or you want me burn them out with one stick of matches
'Cause them all a follow no style man, no sausage
And never know me go Water Fire College
Flames and fire, and all burn down them cottage
Burn no parrot, puss, nor dog, nor rattiest
From them high then I man have courage
Burn two of them and them act like them wicked