Sharky Major, Teddy Bruckshot, Jammer, Ghetts - Rave Can’t Dun lyrics

Yo
And right about now, it's the real funkadelic
Make you jump up with Suzette and Derek
Don't ever flex like no Dalek
Can't ever par it
I said it, you can't ever edit
It's all about raving, son
With all the champagne and have fun
And left the handgun, yo

Yo, listen up, it's a club ting
Something for Tone and Dave when he's pubbing
Bass pumping so dirty
It should be known as disgusting
I'm on a vibe tonight in a
Place where there's nothing but loving
Ain't raving with man that I ain't trusting
Came with Neckle, Teddy and Justin
A whole heap of champagne when I buss it
And if it goes straight to my head
Until the very next day, I'll be buzzing


But Maje ain't gonna be cussing
No high's better than a rave that's bubbling
With no guys on a hype on a thug ting
More like taking a buff ting home
Straight after the function
Nothing but stunting
Ballers, buy out the bar like it's nothing

Well if you wan' rave then come
To the place where the rave can't dun
We ah go buss champagne and fun
But mandem leave the handgun
Well if you wan' rave then come
To the place where the rave can't dun
We ah go buss champagne, have fun
But mandem leave the handgun

The bar's on me murkle Man, the bar's on man
Look how the dance is rammed, man can't move
But there ain't too many man
Sharky, who's got the blueberry, man?
The champagne's got me overly drunk
Watch man skank all over the club
Check that girl, she's overly buff
So I told her "jump all over me"
Now she's wining like it's a soca beat
No surrender, no retreat
And the bags that I spent
Was over three we're spending
This night's gonna have a good ending
The DJ's mix-and-blending
I see couple man tryna draw my ting
But they ain't going through like
A text that's pending

Well if you wan' rave then come
To the place where the rave can't dun
We ah go buss champagne and fun
But mandem leave the handgun
Well if you wan' rave then come
To the place where the rave can't dun
We ah go buss champagne, have fun
But mandem leave the handgun

Uh, I'm in the place to be
More music than HMV
Ain't nuttin' like champagne and weed
And plus, I'm a bait MC
So if we like the same girl
She'll walk past you and come straight to me
That's right, it's G, motherfuckers
So don't hate if I leave with a buffers
And if I'm looking at your girlfriend's body
That's 'cause she's not keeping it covered
I keep telling 'em, I ain't got skeletons
Come, you can see what I keep in the cupboard
And girls like looking in my eyes
But they can't read mine when
I be in my stunners
So they don't know what I'm thinking
But they know what I'm drinking

Well if you wan' rave then come
To the place where the rave can't dun
We ah go buss champagne and fun
But mandem leave the handgun
Well if you wan' rave then come
To the place where the rave can't dun
We ah go buss champagne, have fun
But mandem leave the handgun

Champion, yo, me have me suit, me have me car
Step inna di dance, go straight to the bar
Barman, get me a champagne and three Sambuca
Then me walk 'round the dance
Like a real top star
Inna me hand, me have my cigar
Then me buck up with one gyal called Theresa
Then she shake my hand, "pleased to meet ya"
Four more champagne just to tease her
Then she wan' talk 'bout phone number
And how she have Facebook deh pon computer
Me nuh have no laptop, just a two-seater
And it's a two-litre
After the dance, I can take ya
Pabby's got the limo and he's the chauffeur
When it comes to the money, me have paper
That's why me love it when me
Go out with me friend Major

Well if you wan' rave then come
To the place where the rave can't dun
We ah go buss champagne and fun
But mandem leave the handgun
Well if you wan' rave then come
To the place where the rave can't dun
We ah go buss champagne, have fun
But mandem leave the handgun

Well if you wan' rave then come
To the place where the rave can't dun
We ah go buss champagne and fun
But mandem leave the handgun
Well if you wan' rave then come
To the place where the rave can't dun
We ah go buss champagne, have fun
But mandem leave the handgun

Cha, man, all the lights dem come on, fam
And the rave can't dun, fam
Me only buss six bokkle of
Champagne tonight for everyone, man
We need at least ten, man, cha
Sambucas dem, we drink all fifteen
We need at least 25
No arms house tonight 'cause
The vibe is right and me seh dat, man
Seen?