![]() Is where the sun shine and wind blow - iiiiiii He sees the Ragga crowd checking his flow - oohhh With rub-a-dub-a-dub and all our troubles are on hold? Hoping that life fi hand out good times and good shows.Īnd I and I made it through heavy rain and thick snow. Zoobadeh! Zoobadeh! Ziggidiggidiggidiggi Doobadeh!Īnd yes I may like reggae but I know where I’m from, my team was Babylon born inna east London. You call it a soundclash I call it burial ground, So how now? The Skints we ah go tell it so profound. I leave them (all of the soundboy) drowned.#Ĭos the music from Jamaica all the love that I have found Well we get pure idiots round that wanna test our sound, He sees the Ragga crowd checking his flow. ![]() (Marsha's Chorus) Out where the Raggaman go, What babylon don’t know they make we masses stand tall. ![]() Up against the wall, up against the wall.Īh Babylon they wanna see ah man ah fall! The vocal come around like an instruction.īabylon ah never put our backs against the wall. So I take a little trip to an out of town club.īill up a little spliff and then we rock into the dub. The sun it is ah-shining and I want to explore, I grab my jacket and a packet and I head out the door.
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