Lyrics:
unu mama
Hand cart hand cart mek way when di dancer dem a pass
Shake dem off shake dem off
Shake dem off dem a work witchcraft
Elbow dem elbow dem
Gyal yo pussy good up to pussy cloth
Tell a bwoy seh yuh a no hand cart
Yo pum pum full a prestige
Like mi new brand Benz wid di top off
Yo
Propeller propeller who nuh like wi go suck unu mama
Hand cart hand cart mek way when di dancer dem a pass
Shake dem off shake dem off
Shake dem off dem
leather belt a beat dem yeah
Style & flow a kill dem
Mhmmmmmmm matic inna hand Dawg
Spread him outta town inna the hand cart
Mhmmm Mhmmmm body full up
unconcealed envy
In the hall of arrivals where the great river empties
It's hand carts and porters
All the people it carries
To be greeted with flowers
going to make it that way.
To the pessimistic populists who harbor no doubt,
That everything we make our way, “to hell in a hand cart”.
To the snarky
toe yo body a call man
Hey baby, mi love yo condition
Caw yo pum pum smart and it have ambition
Back shot, front shot, hand cart stand
Badder than
the fuck out my rap
Right hand cart, left hand strap
Might fuck your bitch and then go take a nap
I just got fired, I don't give a fuck
Beamer come soon,
tall up pon mi hand cart
Police a come Tivoli man ranch off
Weh mi have mi army and di first man stand off
Man a buss a gun name di tall up tall up
Last
to be a fight
Some say were travelling in hand-carts
But I know we're riding on a Hellbound Train
On a Hellbound Train
To hell with this hell, what
hammer, nails, boards on a hand cart
Rattle the gate of our castle with a ram of bland art
We’ll cackle, jump up to battle, slap hands and man the ramparts
the genre is totally unconditional
He only needs a hand cart to carry his gear
If you mentioned double tracking, he would just sneer
If he got successful, he
say were travelling (to Hell) in hand-carts
But I know we're riding on a Hellbound Train
On a Hellbound Train
Earth Mother's on the back foot
She's
easy
No know mi life but some bwoy wanna be mi
Know mi a come from far
Mi memba when a hand cart was my first car
Mi used to hustle callaloo inna di
jeans, bad clarks
Yo mad dawg yo mad boss
Dem gyal ah say we sweet like pop tart
Swing'ee big bad beast like hand cart
Yo 6ixx don't play we nuh ramp yout
the shop keeper with the shop
Do the maths cause money afi make some fi stash
Big up ghetto people weh push hand cart
Big up every ghetto youth weh wipe
Dem nuh know di badness
Anyweh we do di crime a coulda market
Matic inna hand cart ready fi blast it
Onion and copper by pound
When she liff up di skirt
them grow up fast
Nuh want them deh pon street a wipe no car glass and
Mi little youth nuh fi push no hand cart and
Mi say the youth them in di ghetto
hard to keep my hands inside the cart
But I better try or mom won't bring me back no more
They got sweet and sour stir fried rice
They got
of life you'll hear 'bout on the news
Him and his hand cart whistlin' out of tune
Just another song you won't hear on the radio
An ordinary story
holding tight
Keep your hands inside the cart for the entirety of the ride
I'm like a bee to your flower
I can't wait to devour
Can't seem to let go
and I'm still making music (Yoeshmo)
Pst, I'm still that same motherfucker though
Don't get it twisted though
Motherfuckin' shmiz in my left hand
us, gotta look really tough
Gotta keep your hands in the cart, know you stealing stuff
Came a long way from a boat and an auction
Now we got names
The mayor said I can't go outside
now my neighbors all masked up/
Pushing shopping carts hands wrapped in plastic/
toilet paper the currency forget
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