Want It

My boy, ring the alarm

How it sound boy, I'll tell you what, you know what
This is all so burial
How rich man put you man down pon the place
Watch the sound
Wanna hear me?

My boy, ring the alarm
And how the sound is dying
Woah, hey

My boy, ring the alarm
And how the sound is dying
Whoa, hey

Some sound, sound like a big jumpin'
Listen the sound, it's a champion
From the dance, we know any session
Rock up the woman, now rock up the man

My boy, ring the alarm
And now the sound is dyin'
Whoa, ayy, ring the alarm
And now the sound is dying
Whoa, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

You hear me sound, why time is longer than rope
And tonight, tonight, we must cut your throat for you
Pick up yourself in a competition
And can't defend the people what a bomb bomb, oh, quick

Somebody go call the owner people, quick
I jump on mustang in, you no hear me, quick
Somebody call the undertaker, oh, quick
I jump and thrust it in your face

See dem, dem a bring dem out pon di treasure
Lord, dem can a matten down inna di freezer
Boy, ka fi dem sound a no crowd pleaser
Lord, a fi mi sound John Public Balfour

Who nu quick, so maddy go call the owner people
I jump on mustard inna, you nah hear me?
Quick, quick, somebody go call the owner people
Quick, quick, I hold pon' mustard inna

D-Tato, we be dem all inna row
Donkey wan' water, but you hold him, Joe
D-Tato, we be dem all inna row
The boss wan' water, but hold him, Joe

Ring the alarm, and now sound is dyin'
Whoa, hey, ring the alarm
And now the sound is dying
Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey

Come on, quick, somebody go call the owner people
Quick, I hold pon' mustard in ya, people
Quick, somebody go call the owner people
Quick, I jump pon' mustard in ya

Four beats sound in a one beat long
The dance on a play, the other trick it come
Four big sound in a one big lawn
The boom sound a play di how di tree pecan

'Cause dem a push dem self and a go a like dem bright
Only fi roll di corners and don't come in a di light
'Cause fi mi son will lick out ya eyesight
We a shock, we a sing we boom ya light on di mic

Put you pon di mek we a di fever slice
Only quick, some a di go call di phone a phone

Remember this sound, it's the talk of the town
Talk of the country, hey
Rock Mr Charlie
Rock Ms Munchie
Talk of the country, so

Remember, ring the alarm
And now the sound is dyin'
I know, I know, ring the alarm
And now the sound is suffering, whoa, hey

See dem, dem a bring dem out pon di treasure
Lord, dem can a matten down inna di freezer
Boy, ka fi dem sound a no crowd pleaser
Lord, a fi mi sound John Public Balfour

Quick, quick, somebody go call the owner people
Quick, quick, I jump on mustang in, you no hear me
Quick, quick, somebody go call the owner people
Quick, quick, I hop on mustang in, you no hear me

Watch the sound manna tremble
Watch the sound manna pray
Watch the sound manna tremble
Watch the sound manna pray