Letras
I say you better mind what you're doing
Mind what you're saying
Cool it down
Rude boys
Son, don't take your gun to town
Or the police and soldiers will shoot you down
Son, don't take your gun to town
Because I would not like to see your body on the ground
Everything you quick fi draw, uh-huh
As if you don't respect the law
It's like the fist to fist is done
Every little thing you run, gone fi your gun, yeah
Cool down your temper, Jah man
Control your temper, Jah man
We don't want no tribal war
We don't want no fussing and no fighting
Let's give the Father thanks and praise
He is the Creator
Oh Lord
Rude boys, don't take your guns to town
Rude boys, leave your guns at home
The gift of Jah is eternal life
The wages of sin is death
What is hidden in the dark must come to light
Oh, a weh Jah Jah say
So you better mind what you're doing
Mind what you're saying, yeah, mmm
Son, don't take your guns to town
Or the police and soldiers will shoot you down
Son, don't take your guns to town
Because I wouldn't like to see your body on the ground
Everything you quick fi draw, uh-huh
As if you don't respect the law
It's like the fist to fist is done
And every little thing you run, gone fi your gun, so
Some of them are Allah, some are Baal
Some of them are Allah, some are Baal
Oh Lord
Stop them before it's too late
We don't want no more war and crime
Stop them now
Stop them
We don't want no more war and crime
We want love and unity
Bohi bohi boi
Me say fi cool down your temper, Jah man
Cool it down
Rude boys, don't take your guns to town
Rude boys, leave your guns at home
Who know the wrong thing and do it still
Will get spanked with many stripes
Ethiopian World Federation
And the twelve tribe of Israel
Oh, a fi we
So get wise, I say, inna this time
Rude boys, don't take your guns to town