Текст и перевод песни Tommy Lee - Do Weh MI Feel-Raw

Do Weh MI Feel-Raw

Sparta yow
To how me do
To how me feel
Gaza man dem keep it real
Sparta don dem keep it real
Tell dem look pon the chrome deh pon me wheel
Watch di pussy dem a ring up mi name like bell
Caw mi meck dem career look sticky like jell
A no me meck the whole a dem a rise of bell
So big up Addi Daddy Vybz Kartel

Every song mi put out
Everything a gwaan well
Check out I tune everything start sell
Dem waan mi lydown inna coffin
Read bible pray to sparta God often
Mi have corn fi soften body if it dam tough
Yo know seh mi no ramp soft mi ramp rough
Squeeze, squeeze, it like a hand cuff
When mi seh hand cuff, no look fi hear mi seh nuh hands up

Mi no know weh dem a talk bout
Dem just up inna mi life
Big up World Boss inna jail house
None a dem cyaa take yo stripe
Dem a no, no, Gaza yet dem a seh Gaza
Look the whole a dem a look a hype
If dem ever meck crava circle dem wid the thing
Weh black like Foota Hype

The whole world mi chad valley of death
Big up my Sparta God
Work fi weh mi have
Dem no waan fi si mi mother glad
Dem only bad mind, dem no bad none at all
Hmmm mhmm hmm
Dem fi know mi son and mi daughter bad

Mi no know weh dem a talk bout
Dem just up inna mi life
Big up World Boss inna jail house
None a dem cyaa take yo stripe
Dem a no, no, Gaza yet dem a seh Gaza
Look the whole a dem a look a hype
If dem ever meck crava circle dem wid the thing
Weh black like Foota Hype

Every song mi put out
Everything a gwaan well
Check out I tune everything start sell
Dem waan mi lydown inna coffin
Read bible pray to sparta God often
Mi have corn fi soften body if it dam tough
Yo know seh mi no ramp soft mi ramp rough
Squeeze, squeeze, it like a hand cuff
When mi seh hand cuff, no look fi hear mi seh nuh hands up

Mi no know weh dem a talk bout
Dem just up inna mi life
Big up World Boss inna jail house
None a dem cyaa take yo stripe
Dem a no, no, Gaza yet dem a seh Gaza
Look the whole a dem a look a hype
If dem ever meck crava circle dem wid the thing
Weh black like Foota Hype

The whole world mi chad valley of death
Big up my Sparta God
Work fi weh mi have
Dem no waan fi si mi mother glad
Dem only bad mind, dem no bad none at all
Hmmm mhmm hmm
Dem fi know mi son and mi daughter bad

Mi no know weh dem a talk bout
Dem just up inna mi life
Big up World Boss inna jail house
None a dem cyaa take yo stripe
Dem a no, no, Gaza yet dem a seh Gaza
Look the whole a dem a look a hype
If dem ever meck crava circle dem wid the thing
Weh black like Foota Hype

How I Feel-Raw

Sparta, yo
This is how I do it
This is how I feel
Gaza men keep it real
Sparta dons keep it real
Tell them to look at the chrome on my wheels
Watch the girls ring up my name like a bell
'Cause I make their careers look sticky like jell
It wasn't me who made them all rise to fame
So big up Addi Daddy, Vybz Kartel

Every song I put out
Everything's going well
Check out my tunes, everything starts to sell
They want me lying down in a coffin
Reading the Bible, praying to the Sparta God often
I've got the stuff to soften a body if it's damn tough
You know I don't mess around softly, I play rough
Squeeze, squeeze, it's like a handcuff
When I say handcuff, don't expect to hear me say "hands up"

I don't know what they're talking about
They're just up in my life
Big up World Boss in jailhouse
None of them can take your stripes
They're not, no, Gaza, yet they say Gaza
Look, the whole lot of them are looking for hype
If they ever mess around, I'll circle them with the thing
That's black like Foota Hype

The whole world is my valley of death
Big up my Sparta God
I work for what I have
They don't want to see my mother happy
They're just jealous, they're not bad at all
Hmmm mhmm hmm
They should know my son and daughter are bad

I don't know what they're talking about
They're just up in my life
Big up World Boss in jailhouse
None of them can take your stripes
They're not, no, Gaza, yet they say Gaza
Look, the whole lot of them are looking for hype
If they ever mess around, I'll circle them with the thing
That's black like Foota Hype

Every song I put out
Everything's going well
Check out my tunes, everything starts to sell
They want me lying down in a coffin
Reading the Bible, praying to the Sparta God often
I've got the stuff to soften a body if it's damn tough
You know I don't mess around softly, I play rough
Squeeze, squeeze, it's like a handcuff
When I say handcuff, don't expect to hear me say "hands up"

I don't know what they're talking about
They're just up in my life
Big up World Boss in jailhouse
None of them can take your stripes
They're not, no, Gaza, yet they say Gaza
Look, the whole lot of them are looking for hype
If they ever mess around, I'll circle them with the thing
That's black like Foota Hype

The whole world is my valley of death
Big up my Sparta God
I work for what I have
They don't want to see my mother happy
They're just jealous, they're not bad at all
Hmmm mhmm hmm
They should know my son and daughter are bad

I don't know what they're talking about
They're just up in my life
Big up World Boss in jailhouse
None of them can take your stripes
They're not, no, Gaza, yet they say Gaza
Look, the whole lot of them are looking for hype
If they ever mess around, I'll circle them with the thing
That's black like Foota Hype