Sound The Alarm lyrics
[Intro: R.O.B.B.]Yo you remember Tony from Capicu?And carribean chicks be like papi chuAll you haters out there can't stop me dudeI got niggas out there dem shotta youY'all not ready for R-R-O y'all not ready for Se-an-PaulY'all not ready for Tony TocaLadies, esa loca[Tony Touch (Sean Paul)]Ay yo good lookin, from D.R. to BrooklynPuerto Rico to Montego do it for the peopleToca aka Mr. SuavitoDo what I do like I'm doin it for me thoughRep for my bredren that's without questionPull out the weapon in case they start flexinT. Touch he bust so stop guessinI weed up now wheel it up in a sessionRudebwoy selecta yeah I'm a get'chaI'm nice under pressure write a quick lectureSean Paul nothin but love soon as I met yaSo let's do this and show 'em who the rudestYou must be kiddin me, gettin rid of meGuns'll blast like them boys in TivoliOr Rema and Jungle where all the killers beEven in Italy they still consider meOne of the dopest that's cause I lastedThe rest is all hopeless nothin but assesI'm so focused yet I'm so blasted(Dutty Yeah!)And I'm out son big up all the masses[Sean Paul]Tell dem all for races seh nuh guy caan try race caseGwaan stop di progress and a gwaan embrace thisA old rust off magnum mi a got hitch upon mi waistTell mi if you nuh love how di teflon tasteWell I don't need a lawyer cause there won't be a caseForget what you see now your life is get replacedI'm di dappa Dutty dung inna di bizI'm about to show you what respect really isPunk yah nuh nuttin, yo I know you really think your cleverBut you caan stop di style dem neverReal push button, start it if yuh ready fi whateverYo tell mi if you heard of mi never dem call mi[Cho: Sean Paul]The Dutty Loca, the Tony TocaMan a gallis, man a gangsta, man a born herbalistOonu listen out, Esa LocaThe Dutty Loca, the Tony TocaMan a gallis, man a gangsta, man a internationalistOonu listen out, Esa Loca[R.O.B.B.]Yo it's the Sosa of rap Dominicans stand upKingston Jamaica put your hands upSan Juan Puerto Rico I got my man TouchMy nigga Sean Paul big up big upIt's that R (Dot) O, B (Dot) BIn Jamaica we smoke kiki kikiLadies we got freaky freakyI dropped out of school teach me teach meYou Touch my man Tony guns'll blowAnd after the party the straight to the moeMy nigga Sean Paul still got the flowYou remember just gimme the light and pass the dro[Sean Paul]R.O.B.B. I got my see through straw may we blend upWeh all who know see through dat a mi high grade friend upMan a store quality we all a smoke to di end upWid mi pal upon mi pen up it a inspire mi head upBut some bwoy waan disturb man med upJust through di money weh mi spend up dem high go get red upWhen dem diss mi fi try get mi fed upR.O.B.B. waan fi rise up di led upTony Toca waan fi get dem place bled upFriends and family dem start get shred upJust through dem nah hear di words weh mi said upBetter dem fed up or end up a dead weh dem call mi[Cho: Sean Paul]The Dutty Loca, the Tony TocaMan a gallis, man a gangsta, man a internationalistOonu listen out, Esa LocaThe Dutty Loca, the Tony TocaMan a gallis, man a gangsta, man a born herbalistOonu listen out, Esa Loca[Outro: Sean Paul]YeahEasy R.O.B.B. straight out of Jersey yuh dun know Tony TocaA Dutty Yeah, Esa Loca
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