Letras
See dem a gwan like seh dem nuh wan' give thanks to
The Most High Jah
Coo pon dem, heathen
Dem n'ave no beauty, nor no love neither
Swear dem cute, true dem dress up inna pretty suit
Make me tell you sum'n likkle yute
Babylon tree never bear fruit, no
Represent, oh, where you from
Jah nuh dead, give thanks
Pon di river, big bank
So leave Babylon tree, beg you switch branch
Why chop? Why pree? Live long
See it seh it in dem jeans weh the carry six pants
When it bap, bap, bap a nuh big song
Swear dem woulda Baptist all Christian
Too cross
Wuh the Covenant
Higher Governance
While dem couldn't Govern ants
Dog eat dog but dem barking up di wrong tree
But nuh flee cause Jah Jah love nuh done, no Jah Jah love nuh
See dem a gwan like seh dem nuh wan' give thanks to
The Most High Jah
Coo pon dem, heathen
Dem n'ave no beauty, nor no love neither
Swear dem cute, true dem dress up inna pretty suit
Make me tell you sum'n likkle yute
Babylon tree never bear fruit, no
Represent, oh, where you from
Jah nuh dead, give thanks
You can't bring you Benz with you when you in the ground
So don't chase no bag and end up you in a body bag
Portmore, Spain Town know the chop
Small axe fall big tree so nuh watch
The size a mi city when me put it pon the map
Jah Jah city, Jah Jah town
Shoulda listen Capleton
(And me know seh Toddla T)
'Cause it grimy weh we from
A no only love and light dem love fi light up anyone
Darker than night but still dem brighter than the sun
Bad heart inna dem mind and badmind inna dem blood so me
Don't care whe you come from
Nuff years inna Babylon
In everything I tell you give thanks (straight)
Represent weh you come from (Spain Town)
See dem a gwan like seh dem nuh wan' give thanks to
The Most High Jah
Coo pon dem, heathen
Dem n'ave no beauty, nor no love neither
Swear dem cute, true dem dress up inna pretty suit
Make me tell you sum'n likkle yute
Babylon tree never bear fruit, no
Ababa Janhoy, Ababa Janhoy
Know seh Jah Jah love we, yeah
(Ababa Janhoy, Ababa Janhoy)
Oh
See dem a gwan like seh dem nuh wan' give thanks to
The Most High Jah
Coo pon dem, old heathen
Dem n'ave no beauty, nor no love neither
Swear dem cute, true dem dress up inna pretty suit
Make me tell you sum'n likkle yute
Babylon tree never bear fruit, no
Don't care whe you come from (no, no)
Nuff years inna Babylon
In everything I tell you give thanks, yeah
Represent weh you come from, yeah
Love we (love we)
A so me know seh Jah Jah love (love we) (yeah)
So me ask weh Jah Jah love deh (love deh) (yeah)
Tell dem fi check inna di Garrison
Politician a come deh and money never run deh