Vybz Kartel - Jamaica Land We Love lyrics
Vybz Kartel [Adidja Azim Palmer] Portmore, Jamaica 🇯🇲
[Vybz Kartel - Jamaica Land We Love lyrics]
Shoes, dirty brown face, Nike white
Mi a listen to Mighty Mike
And a pree which gyal fi try fi like
Park up the s class mi ride the bike
Bare gyal a seh mi have a
Type a side she like
Have a spliff but mi cyaa even find the light
Oh see yah, my delight
Selassie know seh Jamaica a paradise
Yow a just the money man
Waan and wi haffi nice
Pretty gyal dash weh, that a Addi choice
Yo no si the big bumper
Weh in a Jackie tights
Ghetto living cooler than happy ice
But in a the war it hot, many Fahrenheit
"Hey bwoy don't move", that a squaddy voice
"Yea that yo seh", mi a run fi mi happy life
Everybody waan fame, tell Colin Hines
Every youth waan turn a killer and carry 9s
Christian seh repent and watch the times
And a seh the money cyaa save we
A affi Christ
Gun contest, grave yard a the prize
Bright light have a new coffin
Fi yo body size
Mek wi party, get gyal, happy vibes
No tribalism, listen to Selassie voice
Eternal father bless our land
Gide us wid Jah mighty right hand
Keep us free from Power and Shower
Whole a wi a one yaw man
Jamaica, Jamaica land we love
Jamaica, Jamaica land we love
Jamaica, Jamaica land we love
Jamaica, Jamaica land we love
The country cyaa tek a next bad man
Go tell One Order, go tell the one don
Yard man in a US and London
Stop send money bout you a build damn gang
Da second verse yah get mad man
You mister police yo need some sanction
A government's response fi yo action
So mi nah vote without satisfaction
Why you haffi kill so man black man?
Innocent, all the blind see seh that wrong
MP give wi likkle more traction
Pop song, ghetto is a fatal attraction
Ramping shop mek US come in
Yo no band poverty, but you a ban song
Weh dem get fi dem budget plan from
Tell Caralin tube caw this is a bad song
Mi a listen to Mighty Mike
And a pree which gyal fi try fi like
Park up the s class mi ride the bike
Bare gyal a seh mi have a
Type a side she like
Have a spliff but mi cyaa even find the light
Oh see yah, my delight
Selassie know seh Jamaica a paradise
Yow a just the money man
Waan and wi haffi nice
Pretty gyal dash weh, that a Addi choice
Yo no si the big bumper
Weh in a Jackie tights
Ghetto living cooler than happy ice
But in a the war it hot, many Fahrenheit
"Hey bwoy don't move", that a squaddy voice
"Yea that yo seh", mi a run fi mi happy life
Everybody waan fame, tell Colin Hines
Every youth waan turn a killer and carry 9s
Christian seh repent and watch the times
And a seh the money cyaa save we
A affi Christ
Gun contest, grave yard a the prize
Bright light have a new coffin
Fi yo body size
Mek wi party, get gyal, happy vibes
No tribalism, listen to Selassie voice
Eternal father bless our land
Gide us wid Jah mighty right hand
Keep us free from Power and Shower
Whole a wi a one yaw man
Jamaica, Jamaica land we love
Jamaica, Jamaica land we love
Jamaica, Jamaica land we love
Jamaica, Jamaica land we love
The country cyaa tek a next bad man
Go tell One Order, go tell the one don
Yard man in a US and London
Stop send money bout you a build damn gang
Da second verse yah get mad man
You mister police yo need some sanction
A government's response fi yo action
So mi nah vote without satisfaction
Why you haffi kill so man black man?
Innocent, all the blind see seh that wrong
MP give wi likkle more traction
Pop song, ghetto is a fatal attraction
Ramping shop mek US come in
Yo no band poverty, but you a ban song
Weh dem get fi dem budget plan from
Tell Caralin tube caw this is a bad song