Sell My Gun
Teflon (na na na na na)
Zinc fence (na na na na na)
Chronixx (na na na na na)
Spanish Town me born and grow
Whole heap a badman me know
One thing they all have in common;
The whole a dem poor
Me tell you this
You no fi bad an' hungry
You no fi bad an' hungry
Anything bad fi dash 'way
If I were you, I would a sell my gun
If I were you
I would a sell my gun
If I were you, uh, me would a sell my gun
And buy a old Corolla
Taxi me run and buy me daughter stroller
Son a baller but him no score no goal
Cah the boots weh him have no have no insole
Me waan show him say daddy a the boss
Bring him go the shoes shop
Pick up anything you want
New shoes, new shirt, new shorts
Cyaan buss gun and me pickney dem a bawl, oii
Me no fi bad an' hungry
How you fi bad an' hungry?
Anything bad fi dash 'way
If I were you, I would a sell my gun
Uh, uh, I were you (if I were you)
I would a sell my gun
If were you (if I were you)
I would a sell my gun
And buy a burning machine
Bootleg every Chronixx CD
Dread & Terrible that would a full up the streets
And me nah watch no face, cah food haffi eat
Granny waan bed and she waan new teeth
But the teeth haffi wait, she need somewhere fi sleep
Say she see a Sealey 'pon T.V.
Da mattress deh she need with some brand new sheets
Whadada
How you fi bad an' hungry
You no fi bad an' hungry
Anything bad fi dash 'way
If I were you, I would a sell my gun
If I were you (if I were you), oh
I would a sell my gun
Come on, if I were you (if I were you)
Tell the rich man a foreign and the politician
Ghetto youths don't need no more guns
And no more ammunition
We need a change in, we tradition
We need some other things (others things)
Like (like) computer, homework centre
MacBook hard drive and projector
Dumper truck, lawn mower and tractor
Cement white marl and lumber
Barrell a Clarks, school bag and ruler
Hardcover book fi carry go a school
Buy guitar, keyboard and flute
Build up a studio with Pro Tools
Da one yah a fi all a the taxi driver dem, you know
Real hard working people weh a do real work
Cah some man say dem have gun and bad
And me no rate dem none at all
Me tell you the truth
Me no like thief, me no like rapist
Move
Ease out
Zinc fence (na na na na na)
Chronixx (na na na na na)
Spanish Town me born and grow
Whole heap a badman me know
One thing they all have in common;
The whole a dem poor
Me tell you this
You no fi bad an' hungry
You no fi bad an' hungry
Anything bad fi dash 'way
If I were you, I would a sell my gun
If I were you
I would a sell my gun
If I were you, uh, me would a sell my gun
And buy a old Corolla
Taxi me run and buy me daughter stroller
Son a baller but him no score no goal
Cah the boots weh him have no have no insole
Me waan show him say daddy a the boss
Bring him go the shoes shop
Pick up anything you want
New shoes, new shirt, new shorts
Cyaan buss gun and me pickney dem a bawl, oii
Me no fi bad an' hungry
How you fi bad an' hungry?
Anything bad fi dash 'way
If I were you, I would a sell my gun
Uh, uh, I were you (if I were you)
I would a sell my gun
If were you (if I were you)
I would a sell my gun
And buy a burning machine
Bootleg every Chronixx CD
Dread & Terrible that would a full up the streets
And me nah watch no face, cah food haffi eat
Granny waan bed and she waan new teeth
But the teeth haffi wait, she need somewhere fi sleep
Say she see a Sealey 'pon T.V.
Da mattress deh she need with some brand new sheets
Whadada
How you fi bad an' hungry
You no fi bad an' hungry
Anything bad fi dash 'way
If I were you, I would a sell my gun
If I were you (if I were you), oh
I would a sell my gun
Come on, if I were you (if I were you)
Tell the rich man a foreign and the politician
Ghetto youths don't need no more guns
And no more ammunition
We need a change in, we tradition
We need some other things (others things)
Like (like) computer, homework centre
MacBook hard drive and projector
Dumper truck, lawn mower and tractor
Cement white marl and lumber
Barrell a Clarks, school bag and ruler
Hardcover book fi carry go a school
Buy guitar, keyboard and flute
Build up a studio with Pro Tools
Da one yah a fi all a the taxi driver dem, you know
Real hard working people weh a do real work
Cah some man say dem have gun and bad
And me no rate dem none at all
Me tell you the truth
Me no like thief, me no like rapist
Move
Ease out
Credits
Writer(s): Romaine Oreliano Arnett, Jamar Rolando Mcnaughton, Sheldon Orane Sullivan
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