This One - Pete Rock, Smif-N-Wessun, Jahdan Blakkamoore of Noble Society

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 electricute 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 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!

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 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!