*featuring Tony Touch & R.O.B.B.
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[Intro: R.O.B.B.]
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Yo you remember Tony from Capicu?
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And carribean chicks be like papi chu
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All you haters out there can't stop me dude
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I got niggas out there dem shotta you
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Y'all not ready for R-R-O y'all not ready for Se-an-Paul
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Y'all not ready for Tony Toca
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Ladies, esa loca
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[Tony Touch (Sean Paul)]
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Ay yo good lookin, from D.R. to Brooklyn
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Puerto Rico to Montego do it for the people
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Toca aka Mr. Suavito
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Do what I do like I'm doin it for me though
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Rep for my bredren that's without question
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Pull out the weapon in case they start flexin
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T. Touch he bust so stop guessin
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I weed up now wheel it up in a session
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Rudebwoy selecta yeah I'm a get'cha
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I'm nice under pressure write a quick lecture
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Sean Paul nothin but love soon as I met ya
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So let's do this and show 'em who the rudest
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You must be kiddin me, gettin rid of me
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Guns'll blast like them boys in Tivoli
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Or Rema and Jungle where all the killers be
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Even in Italy they still consider me
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One of the dopest that's cause I lasted
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The rest is all hopeless nothin but asses
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I'm so focused yet I'm so blasted
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(Dutty Yeah!)
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And I'm out son big up all the masses
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[Sean Paul]
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Tell dem all for races seh nuh guy caan try race case
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Gwaan stop di progress and a gwaan embrace this
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A old rust off magnum mi a got hitch upon mi waist
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Tell mi if you nuh love how di teflon taste
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Well I don't need a lawyer cause there won't be a case
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Forget what you see now your life is get replaced
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I'm di dappa Dutty dung inna di biz
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I'm about to show you what respect really is
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Punk yah nuh nuttin, yo I know you really think your clever
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But you caan stop di style dem never
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Real push button, start it if yuh ready fi whatever
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Yo tell mi if you heard of mi never dem call mi
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[Cho: Sean Paul]
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The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca
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Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a born herbalist
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Oonu listen out, Esa Loca
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The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca
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Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a internationalist
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Oonu listen out, Esa Loca
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[R.O.B.B.]
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Yo it's the Sosa of rap Dominicans stand up
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Kingston Jamaica put your hands up
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San Juan Puerto Rico I got my man Touch
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My nigga Sean Paul big up big up
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It's that R (Dot) O, B (Dot) B
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In Jamaica we smoke kiki kiki
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Ladies we got freaky freaky
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I dropped out of school teach me teach me
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You Touch my man Tony guns'll blow
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And after the party the straight to the moe
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My nigga Sean Paul still got the flow
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You remember just gimme the light and pass the dro
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[Sean Paul]
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R.O.B.B. I got my see through straw may we blend up
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Weh all who know see through dat a mi high grade friend up
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Man a store quality we all a smoke to di end up
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Wid mi pal upon mi pen up it a inspire mi head up
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But some bwoy waan disturb man med up
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Just through di money weh mi spend up dem high go get red up
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When dem diss mi fi try get mi fed up
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R.O.B.B. waan fi rise up di led up
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Tony Toca waan fi get dem place bled up
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Friends and family dem start get shred up
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Just through dem nah hear di words weh mi said up
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Better dem fed up or end up a dead weh dem call mi
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[Cho: Sean Paul]
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The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca
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Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a internationalist
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Oonu listen out, Esa Loca
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The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca
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Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a born herbalist
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Oonu listen out, Esa Loca
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[Outro: Sean Paul]
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Yeah
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Easy R.O.B.B. straight out of Jersey yuh dun know Tony Toca
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A Dutty Yeah, Esa Loca
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Esa Loca
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Sean Paul |