Natasja - Jamaica Too Nice lyrics
[Natasja - Jamaica Too Nice lyrics]
Jamaica jah make yah nice, hear
From way over east
Natasja haffi mek noise, hear
Just big up yuhself Jamaica
When mi travel throughout the hills
And the valley weh mi see
The coconut the cotton and
The pretty ackee tree
Country lean, green, sun a shine pon di scene
Rain just stop fall
Everything fresh and clean
How mi love fi run through
The bush find the corn, the
Cane meditation inna mi heart fi
Heal the mental pain
From the hilltop me see jamaican soil must be
The best inna the world fi grow good sensi
Export haffi big up government get hiccups
Rasta man nah let the thing stop
Mi feel seh mi haffi big up
The youth dem weh lock up
See how long the system corrupt
Jamaica too nice fi politician gwaan fool
Jamaica too good fi gangsta do weh dem a do
Jamaica too rich fi di poor
Man poor how him poor
There must be a reason there must be a cure
Jamaica too nice fi rude boy do weh dem a do
Jamaica too nice fi politician play taboo
Jamaica too sweet fi di poor
Man poor how him poor
There must be a reason must be a cure
Si when mi come a towm mi haffi mention
The need fi di us just a run the program
See the thief and murderer deh
Pon dem daily mission
Weh run country and town a ton a gun
Who sit upon the nation original money don
Whos working all day long, the little man
Me nah seh nutten, mi know
Seh things haffi change
New millenium the race it haffi rearrange
The cow fat and pretty
The sea is full of fish
Inna jamaica mi find mi healthiest dish
Not to mention the music and the
Way it make me feel
Why little Taja have to appeal
Jamaica too nice fi rude boy do wha dem a do
Jamaica too nice fi politician play taboo
Jamaica too sweet fi di poor
Man poor how him poor
There must be a reason there must be a cure
Jamaica too nice fi politician gwaan fool
Jamaica too good fi gangsta do weh dem a do
Jamaica too rich fi di poor
Man poor how him poor
There must be a reason must be a cure
Still, mi travel throught the hills
And all the valley weh mi see
The coconut the cotton the pretty ackee tree
Country lean, green, sun a shine pon di scene
Rain just stop fall
And everything fresh and clean
Love fi run through the bush the corn
The cane
Meditation inna mi heart fi heal the pain
From the hilltop me see the soil must be
The best and the richest in
The world fi grow good sensi
Export haffi big up government get hiccups
Rasta man just nah go stop
Mi feel seh mi haffi big up
The youth dem weh lock up
See how long the system corrupt
Jamaica too nice fi politician gwaan fool
Jamaica too nice fi politician play taboo
Jamaica too rich fi di poor
Man poor how him poor
There must be a reason there must be a cure
Jamaica too nice fi politician play taboo
And life is too good fi gangsta
Do weh dem a do jamaica too nice fi di poor
Man poor how him poor
There must be a reason must be a cure
Me know that!
From way over east
Natasja haffi mek noise, hear
Just big up yuhself Jamaica
When mi travel throughout the hills
And the valley weh mi see
The coconut the cotton and
The pretty ackee tree
Country lean, green, sun a shine pon di scene
Rain just stop fall
Everything fresh and clean
How mi love fi run through
The bush find the corn, the
Cane meditation inna mi heart fi
Heal the mental pain
From the hilltop me see jamaican soil must be
The best inna the world fi grow good sensi
Export haffi big up government get hiccups
Rasta man nah let the thing stop
Mi feel seh mi haffi big up
The youth dem weh lock up
See how long the system corrupt
Jamaica too nice fi politician gwaan fool
Jamaica too good fi gangsta do weh dem a do
Jamaica too rich fi di poor
Man poor how him poor
There must be a reason there must be a cure
Jamaica too nice fi rude boy do weh dem a do
Jamaica too nice fi politician play taboo
Jamaica too sweet fi di poor
Man poor how him poor
There must be a reason must be a cure
Si when mi come a towm mi haffi mention
The need fi di us just a run the program
See the thief and murderer deh
Pon dem daily mission
Weh run country and town a ton a gun
Who sit upon the nation original money don
Whos working all day long, the little man
Me nah seh nutten, mi know
Seh things haffi change
New millenium the race it haffi rearrange
The cow fat and pretty
The sea is full of fish
Inna jamaica mi find mi healthiest dish
Not to mention the music and the
Way it make me feel
Why little Taja have to appeal
Jamaica too nice fi rude boy do wha dem a do
Jamaica too nice fi politician play taboo
Jamaica too sweet fi di poor
Man poor how him poor
There must be a reason there must be a cure
Jamaica too nice fi politician gwaan fool
Jamaica too good fi gangsta do weh dem a do
Jamaica too rich fi di poor
Man poor how him poor
There must be a reason must be a cure
Still, mi travel throught the hills
And all the valley weh mi see
The coconut the cotton the pretty ackee tree
Country lean, green, sun a shine pon di scene
Rain just stop fall
And everything fresh and clean
Love fi run through the bush the corn
The cane
Meditation inna mi heart fi heal the pain
From the hilltop me see the soil must be
The best and the richest in
The world fi grow good sensi
Export haffi big up government get hiccups
Rasta man just nah go stop
Mi feel seh mi haffi big up
The youth dem weh lock up
See how long the system corrupt
Jamaica too nice fi politician gwaan fool
Jamaica too nice fi politician play taboo
Jamaica too rich fi di poor
Man poor how him poor
There must be a reason there must be a cure
Jamaica too nice fi politician play taboo
And life is too good fi gangsta
Do weh dem a do jamaica too nice fi di poor
Man poor how him poor
There must be a reason must be a cure
Me know that!