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Ting a Ling a Ling a School Pickney Sing Ting (Ninjaman) · Tings An' Times (Linton Kwesi Johnson) · Juggle Tings Proper (Roots Manuva) · Big Tings We Inna (Rodney P) · Beat Aint Jammin (Chuckie Freeze) · T'aint What You Do It's The Way That You Do It (Ella Fitzgerald) · Aint' No Easy Way (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club) · T'Aint No Big Thing But He Is... (Jimmy Reed) · T'Aint No Big Thing But He Is... (Jimmy Reed) · Real Ting [Single] (Mad Lion) – and 90 other albums »


Gimme-da-ting
Gimme-da-ting
Gimme-da-oh-oh-oh

Gimme-da-ting
Gimme-da-ting
Gimme-da-oh-oh-oh

Hey, hey, hey
Oh, oh, oh
Hey, hey, hey
Oh,
bredrin was the tip of my electric
Now I got the fucking car from Scalextric
Party on, we don't rave with no dead tings
Dark and red skin, get me, it's
you to shake dat ting
Gyal dem a round an
Dem waan tek yuh crown
A nuff a dem just, ain't nothing

[Verse]
Dat ting a weh yuh got dey
Weh yuh get
you to shake dat ting
Gyal dem a round an
Dem waan tek yuh crown
A nuff a dem just, ain't nothing

[Verse]
Dat ting a weh yuh got dey
Weh yuh get
waan you to shake dat ting
Gyal dem a round an
Dem a try tek yuh crown
A nuff a dem just, ain't nothing

Dat ting a weh yuh got dey
Weh yuh get it
fi waan you to shake dat ting
Gyal dem a round an
Dem a try tek yuh crown
A nuff a dem just, ain't nothing

Dat ting a weh yuh got dey
Weh yuh
fi waan you to shake dat ting
Gyal dem a round an
Dem a try tek yuh crown
A nuff a dem just, ain't nothing

[Verse]
Dat ting a weh yuh got dey
the paper chase
Stoned all in London town
Smile for the camera lenses, I ain't shy
I'mma fly by
I'm a fly guy
Sell that ya-ya
Yeah yeah yeah,
my name out, we ain't got the same clout
Went through a bag of shit that they're payin' out
I had my watch and my bracelet and chains out
Realised
'Cause when I'm broke I got no time for the fellas, listen
Ain't nothing popping 'bout no work nigga, I ain't no joke
Fuck what they say and get your
ain't Vybez, I ain't fucking with it
Rudeboys don't response for no dissing
Catch up inna big is a man's schism
Man have got the rum-pu-pu-pum-pum
Mek
well but Ricky ain't got a thing
Joe's got a name
And jezzy loves fame
She wants a man to show
So it's all about Joe

They call her jezebel
On her
it ain't you, it's me
All the fights and the hype got a G stressed out but I can't lose sleep
But this time I know that's its over, bare more tings
you to shake dat ting
Gyal dem a round an
Dem waan tek yuh crown
A nuff a dem just, ain't nothing

[Verse]
Dat ting a weh yuh got dey
Weh yuh get
much of a force to contain,
And im forced to repay all the thoughts of the brain,
By any means I ain't putting pure spits to shame,
And I pit
and the fellas too
Trying to be perennial, but chances living is minimal
She critical, exactly what made my niggas criminals
Typical AmeriKKKa, damn sure ain't
bout to heat up
Roll Deeper..
Jet one, Jet two, Jet three
Jus got a strap, people guarded by me
But hear i got a story to tell
See the life
got for you

Great ones for living under
First, don't sweat that little shit
Second is, there ain't no other
Tattoos, scars, and missing parts
Yeah is dis Mike on? Right

Lil shhh for the mc please (thank you) 

Ya way ain't step away now back away 
cause the only ting I be is heavy
Yeah is dis Mike on? Right

Lil shhh for the mc please (thank you) 

Ya way ain't step away now back away 
cause the only ting I be is heavy
Sidewinder, you got air on the roads
Eskimo Dance, you was spitting off-beat
Lord of the Mics, you was spitting that heat
But right now, your bars ain't
And I'm forced to repay all the thoughts of the brain,
By any means I ain't putting pure spits to shame,
What I depict on scripts too much for the mandem,
Kinja rules  Forget about da tings you learned in school  We use a different box of tools  And you gotta play by Kinja rules / Pullman Now dis alien ain't
a male
Put me in a prison cell
Got me biting all my fingernails
Feds wanna shift man
Wanna put me in the van, wanna strip a man
Fuck that, I ain't
(Rr' Ting) I'll admit it, I'll admit it

Watch your motherfuckin' tone boy
Get hurt boy
Aw here go another mo'fucker
That don't understand