Yard

by Toddla T

Toddla T (born 22 February 1985) is the stage name of Thomas Mackenzie Bell – a DJ, record producer, re-mixer and composer from Sheffield, South Yorkshire, England.




When I was a boy
Piper would always ask me
Which way are you gonna go
Will you go with the righteous
Or will you go with the damned?

Yo, a what di rass (yo)
Bumbaclat (yo)
You see mi family dem come from yard (Jamaica)
Love fi dance (aye)
Love di dance (aye)
Don't get it twisted, I'll done your dance (brah)
I get lifted (lif')
That's what the spliff did (twist)
Fuck christmas (aye)
Been gifted (yeah)
Them man are actors (Why)
No Idris (Blaow)
Boom bye bye don't risk it

Woi
You ain't' got the yard man style like me (no)
Bet your mum can't make rice and pea's (no)
Some lickle joker take man for moped
Back to your ends can't ride on me (golang)
A weh ya tek me for toddler b (no)
Pull up with Toddla T (baow)
Mc's lick more than three (down)
Man know Chippy stands his ground (solid)
Ya nuh know my ting, lickle man watch sting
You affi learn 'bout sound (learn)
Aye bwoy, come correct you ain't got no tech'
Never take my crown (burn)
Tell a soundboy seckle
Dem weed can't make you reach my level
Jesus piece on when I dance with the devil
Pull up in the dance in my chain and bezel

Ah what di rass (yo)
Bumbaclat (yo)
You see mi family dem come from yard (Jamaica)
Love fi dance (aye)
Love di dance (aye)
Don't get it twisted, I'll done your dance (brah)
I get lifted (lif')
That's what the spliff did (twist)
Fuck christmas (aye)
Been gifted (yeah)
Them man are actors (Why)
No Idris (blaow)
Boom bye bye don't risk it

I sent you to London
So you wouldn't start a war in Kingston
Now you gone to London to start one?
What the fuck is wrong with you youth?
Listen, listen me well
You just make sure me get my money mi youth

Hmm, been here for years man give man credit ('nough)
Top up the styles when man discredit (yeah)
Forget the talk (talk)
Bite don't bark (dawg)
I've seen man run gums and leg it (hmm)
Everyone comes for me, why
Chip to fame, lock off these, flights
Irie till you try me, sly
Gully side, suck your mudda dry (pussy)
How you wan' test me 
How you gonna check me
You've never been Eski (nah)
Level's been set b
Don't upset me
You're never on a set b
Fool him a, fool him a talk 'bout clashing
When I got the mic in my hand that's a machine
How many MC's did man mash in (he he)
Woi

Ah what di rass (yo)
Bumbaclat (yo)
You see mi family dem come from yard (Jamaica)
Love fi dance (aye)
Love di dance (aye)
Don't get it twisted, I'll done your dance (brah)
I get lifted (lif')
That's what the spliff did (twist)
Fuck christmas (aye)
Been gifted (yeah)
Them man are actors (Why)
No Idris (blaow)
Boom bye bye don't risk it

Me lose my way, you know
Affi get back pon the righteous path

Written by: Thomas Mackenzie Bell, Jahmaal Noel Fyffe

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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