Front Line Get Raid

Well, dis one go to the London posse
Manchester posse hold tight
Birmingham, Sheffield, Nottingham hold tight
Cool deh, sir

The frontline get raid, a get raid
But ganja man, dem no 'fraid, dem no 'fraid
Frontline get raid, a get raid
But ganja man, dem no 'fraid, dem no 'fraid

Frontline get raid an' everybody know dat
Dem raid St. Gina, mi say, 'round nine o'clock
Babylon 'pon di scene, it like dem come a riot (Mi say)
Some in a white an' mi say, some in a black
Mi even sight a policeman, did a wear one frock
Dem hold ballhead, Lord, dem hold natty dreadlocks
Dem find sensimilla bush herb, dem find black ash
Dem never find no cocaine, dem never find no smoke

Frontline get raid, it get raid
But ganja man, dem no 'fraid, dem no 'fraid
Frontline get raid, it get raid
But ganja man, dem no 'fraid, dem no 'fraid

Now want di ganja man, dem fi go trim an' shave
An' stop sell weed an' go start dig grave
An' left di frontline fi go work like slave
Dem mus' fi take di ganja man, dem fi barmaid

The frontline get raid, it get raid
But ganja man, dem no 'fraid, dem no 'fraid (Mi say)

One Friday night around seven-thirty
Say, mi an' Josey Wales, we did a go to party
Di car weh Josey drive, it name Mazda
Josey Wales a drive di car an' a drink him liquor
Jah, pon di highway, one hundred miles per hour
Same time we hear a voice come through our speaker
"In the name of the queen, I beg you to pull over" (Hey)
So we pull over 'pon di side of shoulder
As dem a pat we, so we wind down di weed, dem say
"What are you name, boy?" Mi name Metro Peter
"What are you name, driver?" Josey Wales did no answer
"Why you driving like dis, you think you in Jamaica?"
"Let we drive inside, fi your name an' your number"
It is to search for di ganja
So we come out an' make dem search fi dem ganja
Dem never find no knife nor no revolver
But when mi tell dem say mi name Metro Peter
An' mi di DJ weh a nice up Jamaica
An' England, an' mi say, over in America, say
"Ow, Metro Peter, beg you fi work twenty dollar"
"I'm feelin' hungry an' I want to buy a supper"

Police in a England
Mi hear police in a England, Lord
But frontline get raid, a get raid
An' ganja man a get 'fraid, a get 'fraid
Frontline get raid, a get raid
An' ganja man a get 'fraid, a get 'fraid

Well, police a police, a soldier is a soldier
Mi say, robber is a robber, entertainer entertainer
Well, drop off a head, drop pon shoulder
No pot nah go cook if you no have no fire
No bus nah go run if you no have no tire
Yellow man reach far, mi say, through him color
But through mi black, a boy deh a pauper

Frontline get raid, it get raid
But ganja man a get 'fraid, a get 'fraid

When dem raid St. Gina, mi say, 'round nine o'clock
When dem come in pon di scene, mi say, dem come well hot (Mi say)
Some in a white an' mi say, some in a black
Mi even sight a policeman, did dress up in a one frock
Dem hold ballhead, dem hold natty dreadlocks
Dem find sensimilla bush herb, dem find black ash
Dem never find no cocaine, dem never find no smoke
Dem pull some man wid dem pocket full of cash
An' put di whole of dem in a di SPG box

Frontline get raid, a get raid
But ganja man a get 'fraid, a get 'fraid
Frontline a get raid, a get raid
An' ganja man a get 'fraid, a get 'fraid

A rub di ganja man, dem fi go trim an' shave
An' stop sell weed an' go start dig grave
An' left di frontline fi go work like slave
Dem must-a think, say, ganja man a any damn barmaid