Out in the street they call it Werner

Jam rock, camp where the thugs them camp bat

Two-brown are we don't have a van back

It's in your handbag, your knapsack, it's in a backwack

This melody your girlfriend can't talk, some boy no know this

They're all to come around like tourists

On the beach with a few clubs so this

Bedtime stories

And pose like them name Chuck Norris

And you know the real-hard corka sandals are no buck too

It hugs them with where them got to

And bouting twice to shot too Don't make them spot to

Unless you carry guns a lot too

A beer tough thing come at you

When trench town man stop laugh and black

of traffic

Then them we l'n pop off and them start trap it

With the pin file long and it a pit rapid

Police come in a drip and them cast up it

Some say them a play boy a play boy rabbit

Get up like a bad a bit

Son of a pow stuff if you're down to fit

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