Bashment Boogie - Roots Manuva, Ricky Ranking

More vibe, more vibe, more vibe, more pressure, more vibe

Who’s that?

Who’s that?

More vibe, more vibe, more vibe, more pressure, more vibe

Who’s that?

Who’s that?

Overblown inna the zone, come check the poet

Natural shiznit and nobody to show it

Step up to the bar and the clean girls know

My incredible vedible, my new talk tongue

Most cool when the world seems highly strung

Sit dung (down) inna the corner and me beat me drum

Me soon get the vision of the big lump sum

Its Saturday morning, you’re playing the lottery

It could be you, it could be me

Fuck that, let’s get this plan together

We were born to go live in a place

With nice weather

Disya bashment crew, just push up your hands

Disya bashment crew, just study the plan

Disya bashment crew, go’head go get grands

Disya bashment crew, go’head go get land

Fire fluid in my belly, I’m flaming hot

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Ayyo me do something me hustle, this is all your crops

We take that to the roll for just two G a pop

I hear them say Manuva sound like money

And ain’t it funny, reflecting on the drama it took to get hook up

Big tings gwaan for us now

Each time we come we get dangerous now

I paid my dues in community studios

Late night sessions I refined my flows

I got to bring in from the good father field marshall

I’m mackin to the modes in my council flat castle

And we don’t partial!

Whos the rascal?

I won’t ask you for…

Don’t want a fuss so me say turn with the fight now

Me say the ghetto make we all unite now

Look in the window and the earth get around now

I say you rocking to the champion sound now

More style, more vibe, niceness we bring

You hear me MC now me going try sing

Simmer down, every posse just simmer down

Go get the pound!

Max relax now, we nuh want stress

Some of them inna sequin, some inna string vest

Bashment boogie, we dress fi impress

Step out the bath and me smell well fresh

Splash on cologne and we ready fi bone

First thing we do, we have fi pick up da phone

Yo Gordon G, I beg you, don’t make me late

The coach is gonna leave about quarter past eight

Pack my backdrop, pack my dubplate

Pure love we get when we step through the gate

Roots fi disco deh pon the go

Step inna the room and everybody know

We cream we toe and cream we elbow

Gang like we, ???we bad than po po!

Don’t want a fuss so me say turn with the fight now

Me say the ghetto make we all unite now

Look in the window and the earth get around now

I say you rocking to the champion sound now

Sound like surcharge, ah yeah dem was big and large

Man nuh use no camoflage

People here and people there and people almost everywhere

Uh-huh

All corners of South London was rammed

East London was jammed

Lemme tell you, one of days

My God!

Jesus Christ, we nice

Sweet like sugar

Love like the spice

You know that