Pete Rock - This OneLyrics

Special request to each and every one! Hear dis! All dem likkle soundbwoy weh a go 'round And gwaan like seh some a dem, dem a di champion! Let me tell yuh dis! I will electrocute a soundbwoy and let dem hold dem corna 'Cause when it comes to music we a di gorgon so come! This one! This one! A classic shoutout to my borough Worldwide we stay thorough nuff a dem caan lock it like This one! A ride out for my P-N-C My family tree we have di ting set up from How long! We come fi ram up di dance Yuh dun know di ting sell off from we step across From we touch di stage dat's where di niceness start Promoter and dem friend dem just a laugh (Weh dem seh?) Dem seh Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! (Weh dem seh!) Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! Yeah! What the blooclaat?! The Brooklyn boy that run blocks Open up shop and duckin from cops and gunshots Dollar van Flatbush rudebwoys on back blocks Got that grand daddy kush I'm back watch the God Always rollin up that pronto leaf, constantly I'm conquerin Anyone or anything that's blockin my accomplishments (Don Gorgon!) We are the king of the establishments Tek and "Steelie Bashment" control the sound clashes A hustler's thought, don't get caught And more showcase diamonds don't get bought The shortcut twin thing A and B is an angle So have one, before yuh dangle Yuh life on di line (Line) Girl yuh look fine (Fine) Cock up, di body and wine, wine Now, mami waan grind pon mi (Mi!) Dem ask if a she a guh happy fi see (See!) 'Cause she figure hardness my apology Likkle does she know it's fi forty pon mi Now this man don't need introduction We lock upon di guns are tucked in 'Til one likkle punk jump like him tough and Likkle drummer go ra pom pom pom upon dem This is a warnin', ring di alarm we warrin' Guns drawn when I heard that your boy's an informant Weh we call him, dat bwoy deh dead man walkin' Fire pon a rass for the trash dat he talkin' Upon inna di dance with a kind a squaddy (Dy) Three Trini boy and two Yardie (Die) Team's on sag (Sag) Know y'all mad (Mad) 'Cause the button broke can't turn off the swag Watch me put wings on bees Diamonds on bezels, block boys play with heavy metal If ya violate then you get violated The style can't beat, tort or even duplicated Dem seh Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! (Weh dem seh!) Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! This one! A classic shout out to my borough Worldwide we stay thorough nuff a dem caan lock it like This one! A ride out for my P-N-C My family tree we have di ting set up from How long! We come fi ram up di dance Yuh dun know di ting sell off from we step across From we touch di stage dat's where di niceness start Promoter and dem friend dem just a laugh (Weh dem seh?) Dem seh Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! (Weh dem seh!) Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! Guns, guns, everyday (Everyday) From London, Canada and the U.S.A (U.S.A) Guns, guns, people spray (People spray) Look out for two shotta mi from di AK Mi have a trailor load a gun if yuh waan to pop off Any pussy in my way mi haffi, kill dem off Yuh try to seh we fell off I laff (I Laff!) Yuh can neva catch mi dwellin in di past (In di past) Gimme a shot just hit my glass (Hit my glass) Di soldier girls they got ya caught up inna draft Mi have a trailor load a gun if yuh waan to pop off Di pussy in my way mi haffi, kill dem off Nineteen! drum pan sound a come fi test di champion sound! And none a dem can neva catch we! Trailor-Trailor load a double barrel, Pack di trigga and fire like this! This one! A classic shout out to my borough Worldwide we stay thorough nuff a dem caan lock it like This one! A ride out for my P-N-C My family tree we have di ting set up from How long! We come fi ram up di dance Yuh dun know di ting sell off from we step across From we touch di stage dat's where di niceness start Promoter and dem friend dem just a laugh (Weh dem seh?) Dem seh Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! (Weh dem seh!) Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! Back to, Pete Rock and Smif-n-wessun lyrics These lyrics are not available for printing.