Artist: Sizzla
Lyrics By: Waylon

 DON'T TROUBLE US
 
Intro          Oy! let it go!
                Yeah man,is music
                Hmm ha ha ha ha !
                Yeah man
                Fire we ah use,bu'n up dem judge
                (((That's right,that's right!)))
                Yah!
                Yuh got to be lyrical,yuh see me ah sjow dem say (((fuh real!)))
                Don't be hypocritical,this critical (((woh!)))
                Righteousness! praise Ras Tafari
                The liberty is libertical
                Anyway!
 
Chorus      Ey fool,don't you trouble us
                Or else the fire whey mih blaze,it ah go bu'n yuh up--hoyy!
                Ey fool,don't you trouble us
                Or else the bullet inna the barrel ah go bubble up!
                Ey fool,don't you trouble us
                Or else the fire whey mih dey blaze,it ah go bu'n yuh up--wah-woy!
                Babylon,don't you trouble us
                Slavemasters,don't you...
 
Verse 1     Bu'n the coot^
                The dirty bastard and the brute
                Buck dem anytime we gonna shoot
                Dey ain't telling us the mother f**king truth
                How many ghetto youths dem go kill and loot?
                It ain't gone right,we revolute
                Yow! play dah one here loud,it no fi mute
                King Selassie I alone get mih salute
                Fire bu'n! not if yuh mad,not even look
                Ey! ah tell yuh not even snoop
                Yow! turn on mih vehicle,here we go so poop
                Go and go check mih phat sexy girl dem whey cute
                Yow! ey! ow!
 
Chorus      Ey fool,don't you trouble us
                Or else the bullet inna mih barrel ah go bubble up,woyy!
                Ey fool,don't you trouble us
                Or else the blood inna mih vein ah go bubble up,whoa-whoa-woy!
                Oy fool,don't you trouble us
                Or else the fire whey mih dey blaze,it ah go bu'n yuh up now!
                Ey fool,don't you trouble us
                Or else the fire whey mih dey blaze,it ah go bu'n yuh up! woy!
 
Verse 2    Dem start de war
               Dem corruption and fliction
               Dem nah really mean,a fiction
               Say dem following virus through we diction
               'Canse all the  de youth dem wah come spit and
               Say dem ah this and that,dem hype,well send dem come
               Me ah go bu'n dem up tonight and end dem now
               Gunshot alone,we go run dem down
               Dis' Kalonji,me gun dem down--wah!
 
Chorus     Ey fool,don't you trouble us
               Or else the blood inna mih vein ah go bubble up,whoa-whoa-whoa-woy!
               Ey fool,don't you trouble us
               Or else the fire whey mih dey blaze,it ah go bu'n yuh up--yayy!
               Ey fool,don't you trouble us
               Set the ghetto youths free,don't you struggle us--why?
               Ey fool,don't you trouble us
               Or else the judgement ah go double-up
 
Verse 3    Pon the girl I ah look,dem ah glimpse
               Aw! dem ah whisper,dem ah whimp
               Wha' dem ah do? ah wha dem ah think?
               Yet I ah sail,dem ah sink
               They would cry,dem ah blink
               Take ah mile if yuh tell dem fi take ah inch
               Yet they would cry for a conk or a pinch
               Ha ha ha !
               Hail the King! tell yuh now
 
Chorus     Ey fool,don't you trouble us
               Or else the fire whey mih blaze,it ah go bu'n yuh up--hoyy!
               Ey fool,don't you trouble us
               Or else the bullet inna the barrel ah go bubble up!
               Ey fool,don't you trouble us
               Or else the fire whey mih dey blaze,it ah go bu'n yuh up--wah-woy!
               Babylon,don't you trouble us
               Slavemasters,don't you...
 
Verse 1    Bu'n the coot
repeated   The dirty bastard and the brute
               Buck dem anytime we gonna shoot
               They ain't telling us the mother f**king truth
               How many ghetto youths dem go kill and loot?
               It ain't gone right,we revolute
               Yow! play dah one here loud,it no fi mute
               King Selassie l alone get mih salute
               Fire bu'n! not if yuh mad,not even look
               Ey! ah tell yuh not even snoop
               Yow! turn on mih vehicle,here we go so poop
               Go and go check mih phat sexy girl dem whey cute
               Yow! ey! ow!
 
Chorus    Ey fool,don't you trouble us
              Or else the bullet inna mih barrel ah go bubble up,woyy!
              Ey fool,don't you trouble us
              Or else the blood inna mih vein ah go bubble up,whoa-whoa-woy!
              Oy fool,don't you trouble us
              Or else the fire whey mih dey blaze,it ah go bu'n yuh up now!
              Ey fool,don't you trouble us
              Or else the fire whey mih dey blaze,it ah go bu'n yuh up!
 
 
^coot --> slang for 'a stupid person' 

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