Nicodemus - Easy Mr. Demus lyrics
[Nicodemus - Easy Mr. Demus lyrics]
Another request to all di girls
A we rule di world, easy
Let battleborn champion
Nicodemus at di microphone stand
For, mi seh, girls under
Mi have di girls under
Tell you, Nicodemus, a di master blaster
Girls under, mi have di girls under
Tell you, mister Demus, him big boat rider
'Cause, nuff a dem a talk
'bout dem a baby father
A when mi check dem up
Dem nah no baby mother
A nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby mother
A when mi check dem up
Dem no know baby father
Di youth waan' food, seh
Di youth waan' clothes
Want a little fi wipe their nose read mi
Tell you, mister Demus weh dem love di most
Mi seh, guerilla, dem a guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa
Guerilla, for dem a guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa
For, dat dem lick a shot
Dem gone lick it back
Well listen, mister Demus, mi a di
A everywhere mi go, mi seh
Mi na go turn back mi comin' from di back
A go reach up to di top
Girls under, mi have di girls under
Tell you mister Demus a di master blaster
Girls under, mi have di girls under
Tell you dat di Skengdon, him a di godfather
Nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby father
A when mi check dem up
Dem nah no baby mother
A nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby mother
A when mi check dem up
Dem no know baby father
Di youth want food, di youth want clothes
Him want a little fi wipe their nose
Mi read mi
Tell you, papa Demus weh dem love di most
Mi seh, guerilla, fa we a guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa
Guerilla, beca' dem guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa
A nuff a dem a talk 'bout
Dem a fighting the war
But when mi check it out
Dem fear di bushmaster
Mi know, seh, mister Demus
Him have di crossbow
Youth like mister Demus have fi live longer
Girls under, mi have di girls under
Tell you, mister Demus, him big boat rider
Girls under, mi have di girls under
Tell you dat di Skengdon, him a di godfather
'Cause, nuff a dem a talk
'bout dem a baby father
A when mi check dem up
Dem nah no baby mother
A nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby mother
A when mi check dem up
Dem no know baby father
Di youth waan' food, seh
Di youth waan' clothes
Want a little fi wipe their nose read mi
Tell you, mister Demus weh dem love di mos
Mi seh, guerilla, beca' dem guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa
Guerilla, beca' dem guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa
For, dat dem lick a shot
Dem gone lick it back
Listen, mister Demus, mi a di
A we rule di world, easy
Let battleborn champion
Nicodemus at di microphone stand
For, mi seh, girls under
Mi have di girls under
Tell you, Nicodemus, a di master blaster
Girls under, mi have di girls under
Tell you, mister Demus, him big boat rider
'Cause, nuff a dem a talk
'bout dem a baby father
A when mi check dem up
Dem nah no baby mother
A nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby mother
A when mi check dem up
Dem no know baby father
Di youth waan' food, seh
Di youth waan' clothes
Want a little fi wipe their nose read mi
Tell you, mister Demus weh dem love di most
Mi seh, guerilla, dem a guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa
Guerilla, for dem a guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa
For, dat dem lick a shot
Dem gone lick it back
Well listen, mister Demus, mi a di
A everywhere mi go, mi seh
Mi na go turn back mi comin' from di back
A go reach up to di top
Girls under, mi have di girls under
Tell you mister Demus a di master blaster
Girls under, mi have di girls under
Tell you dat di Skengdon, him a di godfather
Nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby father
A when mi check dem up
Dem nah no baby mother
A nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby mother
A when mi check dem up
Dem no know baby father
Di youth want food, di youth want clothes
Him want a little fi wipe their nose
Mi read mi
Tell you, papa Demus weh dem love di most
Mi seh, guerilla, fa we a guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa
Guerilla, beca' dem guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa
A nuff a dem a talk 'bout
Dem a fighting the war
But when mi check it out
Dem fear di bushmaster
Mi know, seh, mister Demus
Him have di crossbow
Youth like mister Demus have fi live longer
Girls under, mi have di girls under
Tell you, mister Demus, him big boat rider
Girls under, mi have di girls under
Tell you dat di Skengdon, him a di godfather
'Cause, nuff a dem a talk
'bout dem a baby father
A when mi check dem up
Dem nah no baby mother
A nuff a dem a talk 'bout dem a baby mother
A when mi check dem up
Dem no know baby father
Di youth waan' food, seh
Di youth waan' clothes
Want a little fi wipe their nose read mi
Tell you, mister Demus weh dem love di mos
Mi seh, guerilla, beca' dem guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa
Guerilla, beca' dem guerilla
Fighting a war in a South Africa
For, dat dem lick a shot
Dem gone lick it back
Listen, mister Demus, mi a di