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Bob Marley 40 Years After Death Personal Doctor Suspects Foul Play


Today (May 11th) marks 40 years since Bob Marley’s death, and to this day, his legacy still lives on in the hearts of his many fans across the globe. His impact was so great that, to date, he still has one of the best-selling albums of all time. His greatest hits compilation, Legend, which was released in 1984, has sold over 11 million copies in the U.S. and has spent nearly 300 weeks on the Billboard 200.

Bob Marley died of acral lentiginous melanoma on May 11, 1981, after being diagnosed in 1977. At the time of his death and for many years after, many fans believed that he was purposefully injected with cancer. It’s a theory that many fervent fans still believe. A recent interview that his personal physician, Dr. Carlton “Pee Wee” Fraser, had with Jamaica Observer may lend some credence to their theory.

He believes that Bob Marley may have been injected with the disease a little while after the assassination attempt at Hope Road. In fact, he added that he believed he is aware of the method of delivery. Most people believe that Marley’s woes started after a football injury but Dr Fraser believes differently. He believes that Marley’s troubles all started with the gift of a pair of sneakers.

“After the attempt to murder him at Hope Road when he was shot, Bob retreated to the hills. A few days later he was given a pair of sneakers. When he tried it on a needle went into his big toe and it was so hard to get it out. He then went on tour and when he was in London the toe got worse and it was said they would have to amputate the leg at the hip,” he said. When this was told to Bob Marley, he insisted that he speak with his own doctor. Dr. Fraser then began researching different techniques that would not require amputation.

“We were in New York because I was not licensed to work in the US and had to work through another doctor. After my presentation, they then suggested that it be amputated below the knee. I did not agree and so the decision was taken to remove the malignant area from the toe,” he explained. After that, the doctor sought out a specialist to verify that the procedure had been a success.

“Her exact words were: ‘Fantastic, you have a clear margin of five millimetres, and in some cases seven millimetres around the tumour, so there is no evidence of spread.’ So we had cured Bob as the cancer in his toe had not spread, and everything was fine,” Fraser recalled.

That’s just one of the reasons that he believes the reggae icon might have been deliberately infected. He shared another instance later in Marley’s life that he thinks led to his final diagnosis. He explained that after the procedure, Bob Marley went back on tour but began to have very strange maladies like nose bleeds and headaches. This was when he was told that cancer from his toe had spread throughout his body. He said he was in disbelief at this point because “we had done all the technical scans and X-rays to make sure there was no evidence of cancer in his toe. According to him, “they definitely know what they did.”

He believes the second instance of Marley being infected came during his tour to promote the Uprising album.

“The guy who handled the lighting for all Bob’s shows said during that tour he was not allowed to work on the lighting. He said for that whole time Bob complained about how hot the lights were and the fact that they burned his skin,” he revealed. Marley pressed on, probably driven by his ideals and his belief that he had a message to spread. That was until September 1980, when just before playing football in Central Park, he collapsed. After Fraser went To New York and various tests were conducted, Marley was told that he had two weeks to live.

That’s when Fraser suggested that the reggae star fly to West Germany to be part of some groundbreaking treatment from Dr. Josef Issels. Fraser discovered Dr. Issels after he saw a newspaper advertisement about his innovative ways of treating cancer. He made contact, and the German physician agreed to take Marley on as a patient, where he stayed for seven months. Things looked good from that point, for a little while. Fraser admitted he was hopeful as Marley seemed on the road to recovery.

“Within weeks of Dr Issels’ treatment Bob was showing signs of recovery. Through the electromagnetic machines the size of the tumours in his brain and lungs were reducing. Bob was improving, his body was responding fantastic to it,” he said.

Fraser explained that before the treatment, the “Three Little Birds” singer could hardly walk but while in Germany, he was doing so well that he wanted to get up and play football. “When we were going up the stairs at first I would go up two steps and then wait for Bob to catch up. Within three weeks he was running up the steps. The nosebleeds and headaches had stopped,” he added.

As time passed, an open laparotomy showed that the tumor was now just a lining in his stomach walls. To Fraser, this meant that the therapy was reversing his cancer. He believed that he was definitely on the road to recovery. This is one of the reasons why he was so surprised to learn that Marley was going home. He wanted him to stay longer until the tumor had completely shrunk. He added, though, that he was not privy to the final meetings with Dr. Issels. It’s a decision that he still grapples with.

“I would not have made him leave Germany until there was no more evidence of cancer, which was definitely disappearing. I would say another month or so of the treatment would have done it as all the complex symptomology associated with the tumours had disappeared. I wanted him to stay there longer so that you would have to use a microscope to find even the scar tissue,” Fraser said.

Just before Marley’s death, Fraser left West Germany for London to deal with some issues there. Following his departure just seven days later, the jarring news came to him that Marley had died while en route to Jamaica at Cedars of Lebanon Hospital in Miami, Florida.

“I was dismantled. The news hit me hard. I was in London dealing with Twelve Tribes [of Israel] matters and a brother came and told me Bob had died. How is that? He was doing so well in Germany. Even if he was to die, it should not been so quickly. It was crazy. I could not believe,” Fraser shared with the Jamaica Observer.

The two had become close friends after meeting in 1975. Fraser is a past student of Wolmer’s Boys’ School and studied at Howard University in Washington DC. He met Marley after he joined the Twelve Tribes of Israel and became the organization’s doctor.

He would return to Jamaica to attend Marley’s funeral on May 21, 1981, at the National Arena in St Andrew. He would join over 30,000 people as they mourned the son of the soil who spread a message of peace and love while flying the Jamaican and Rastafarian colors high.

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Bounty Killer Says Politics Is Why Bob Marley Got Shot Not Dancehall Music


Bounty Killer says politics is to be blamed for Bob Marley getting shot decades ago and not dancehall music.

Bounty Killer is re-igniting the argument that there is no connection between crime and dancehall as he shares a very vocal clip of himself from more than 10 years ago as he rubbishes claims of a connection between the two. According to Killer, who drew for a syllogism that the crime has been a challenge for Jamaica from the 1970s when Bob Marley was shot, denounced the ongoing claims to pin the blame on dancehall music as he reminded Winford Williams about crime in the island being historically rooted in political strife.

“How did the great legendary Bob Marley got shot in the mid 70s,” Bounty Killer asked in a post to his almost 1 million followers, “Was it bcuz of musical or political influence on the ppl???”

His post was accompanied by a video of an interview done in 2009 on On Stage, which shared him asking Winford Williams several rhetorical questions about horrible crimes that have been happening since the early days of post-independence.

“A nuh music a do nuttin’ to nobody, everything a happen and a happen over the years…When since ah dancehall ah do nuttn? Inna 1980 ah dancehall artist did ah do it? Ah di political indifference an di tribal an di turf war weh dem teach di people dem,” he said as he laid blame on “political indifference and tribal and turf war.”

He added that it is a “combination of things” that is responsible for crime which includes guns, drugs, illiteracy, unemployment and poverty —was to be blamed for the country’s greatest social dilemma. He said the terrible state of affairs is further compounded by the “selfsh people dem weh rich an nuh give weh nuttn an nuh help nobody.”

He noted a man like himself has been able to do much, and if others wanted to, they could have done much more.

“Picture if you did have all ten more Bounty bout yah weh like bring people an help people an drag up people outta di trash.. How much more yutes woulda get help inna dancehall?” the ‘Poor People Governor’ said.

The direct reference to Bob Marley is one that is often mentioned as there was an assassination attempt on the life of Marley on December 3, 1976, when gunmen attacked his home while he and members of his band, including his wife Rita Marley, were rehearsing for one of his first major public shows on home soil. The attack left Bob Marley wounded with a bullet to his upper left arm and Rita Marley narrowly escaping a bullet to the head as her tough dreadlocks blocked the bullet from penetrating her skull.

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During his lifetime, Marley was a staunch critic of politics and politicians, and his music was often used to “bun out Babylon,” which was viewed as an oppressor of the people. While he was endeared to ordinary people, there were many more still who were threatened by his influence as well as his music which became powerfully influential around the world. The attempt on his life has been speculated to be an attempt to silence Marley’s voice as the poor gravitated to his music and messages.

In particular, the events leading up to the days have linked Marley’s shooting to the 1976 elections, which were called by the PNP and shifted to the day of Marley’s concert, which was scheduled for December 5, 1976. That election was by far one of the bloodiest in Jamaican history, and many historians of the day have linked the political events of the day and Marley’s shooting to political forces who were desperate to silence Marley. There was a feeling that Marley’s concert might have swayed the electorate away from the then governing People’s National Party, PNP.

It seems the latest push back by those in the dancehall fraternity is to ensure that the historical connection to crime in Jamaica is not miswritten going forward for the current generation. Bounty Killer has constantly been speaking on the effects of poverty and inner-city life even as he tried to make a difference with his “Bounty Foundation,” which has undertaken massive charity work to assist the poor and needy. According to him, social dysfunction enables violence to thrive as a culture in Jamaica, which is why he believes in empowering people to get out of those situations with his Foundation.

Meanwhile, many artists echoed the sentiments of the “Sufferer” deejay as they debated the contributions and effect of crime on the island.

Among those who responded is Baby Cham, who said, “tell them General…”

Konshens also said, “ask every ghetto yute how di war start and hear wah 90% a dem tell u.” Chi Ching, Charly Black, and Kemar Highcon also cosigned the post.

However, while many of the Bounty’s followers commented their agreement with his statements, others took a different view.

One person comment, “…I can’t fully agree with what you saying I born and grow a ghetto like most people and if we say music no play role or influence in crime and violence we are being hypocrites and sick liers [sic] and a big part of the problem as you say its multiple things and to be honest music and the influence of artists is in that mix. Long gone are the days people kill over politics, that’s a thing of the 70s,80, 90s.”

The commenter added, “in the last 10 years look at the amount of artist who have been charged with gun related crimes it’s unheard of because back in the days artist sing not get in gun business.”

Among those involved in crimes in one way or the other and charged and sentenced to serve jail time are Buju Banton, Vybz Kartel, Ninja Man, Tommy Lee Sparta, Rytikal, Xklusive, Laden are just a few.

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Bunny Wailer ‘The Last Of The Wailers’ Life, Music And Legacy Explore


Bunny Wailer, the last of The Wailer, died leaving behind a rich musical legacy that will forever etch in the fabric of reggae music and Jamaican culture.

Wailer, whose real name is Neville O’Reilly Livingstone, died at the Medical Associates Hospital in Kingston. Also affectionately called ‘Jah B’ by friends and family, Bunny Wailer was a singer and songwriter and percussionist and the last living member of the renowned Bob Marley and The Wailers group that also included Peter Tosh, another founding father of Reggae Music.

Wailer is a three-time Grammy award winner and was awarded the Order of Merit for his contribution to popular culture, an award given to Jamaican nationals for their lifelong impact and contribution to the development of Jamaica. Among those who have publicly grieved his loss are his family and friends and Jamaica’s Prime Minister Andrew Holness, who called his death a “great loss for Jamaica and for reggae.”

Among his most memorable songs is “Electric Boogie” with Marcia Griffiths that has an accompanying dance – “the Electric Slide” that has become a family tradition for many generations at family events, weddings, and birthdays. His voice leads records like “Keep on moving”, and “Riding High.”

Bunny Wailer’s career began as a small boy in the rural St. Ann community of Nine Mile. It was his destiny to meet Bob Marley while they were only children. He was raised by his father, Thaddeus “Toddy” Livingstone, who ran a grocery store, while Marley was being raised by his mother, a single parent.

The two quickly formed a relationship as friends and are said to have made their first music while at Stepney Primary and Junior High School as seven and nine-year-olds.

After Marley’s father passed away in 1955, his mother Cedella and Toddy struck up a relationship, and the two young men became step-brothers. They also shared a half-sister, Pearl, who was born from that union.

As young men, the two wanted to pursue music, and in order to do so, they felt their best chance was to move to Kingston. Here they moved to Trenchtown, and they then met a teenaged Peter Tosh. After his failure to attend his music audition on time, Wailer did not give up, and the three ended up forming the “Wailing Wailers,” which included Marley and Peter Tosh.

According to documented records, the name of the group was chosen because “We started out crying”, Marley said- in reference to the young men’s earnest search for a break into music.

Aside from that, they had no money and lived frugally in Trenchtown- a large tenement yard with communal bathrooms and water facilities. The economic harshness of their reality drove the men into music, and where they first encountered Rastafarianism, although it was still a relatively new religion and shunned in Jamaican society due to its acceptance of marijuana use.

However, that was no bar for their determination and creativity. Bunny Wailer reminisced about their early beginnings and having to make his own guitar – “a bamboo staff, the fine wires from an electric cable and a large sardine can.”

The Bunny Wailer story is overshadowed by the wide popularity of Bob Marley, and according to the manager of Wailer, Maxine Stowe, it was Wailers’ father, Toddy, who was the glue that brought the men together.

The Wailers also included Peter Tosh, Beverley Kelso, Cherry Green, and Junior Braithwaite, who formed the Ska group during the early 1960s. A local musician Joe Higgs helped to refine their harmonies. However, it was the elder Livingstone who was selling marijuana which was then illegal, who funded the group, which began recording music in 1964.

They quickly topped the Jamaican music scene with “Simmer Down,” recorded at Studio One with the rhythm from studio house band “The Skatalites.”

The group went on to become widely successful for a time. By the early 1970s, Marley and Bunny had learnt to play some instruments, and they eventually hired other musicians to play the bass and drum. In 1974, both Peter Tosh and Bunny Wailer left the band to go solo, and Bunny eventually began operating under his own record label ‘Solomonic.’

According to historians, the reason Wailer and Tosh famously quit The Wailers in 1974 to go solo was because they refused to go on tours and perform at “freak clubs,” as suggested by Chris Blackwell. His reason behind the life-changing decision was because the suggestion went against his strong Rastafari beliefs and his spiritual path that became stronger while a part of The Wailers.

The band also is said to have issues due to the crookedness of Chris Blackwell, who, according to them- was responsible for the band breaking and the ensuing bad blood among the three original members. Bunny Wailer refers to Chris Blackwell as “Chris Whiteworst” and claims that Blackwell recorded, marketed, and released the band’s work under Bob Marley and The Wailers rather than The Wailers- since 1969, something that was akin to their own credit being stolen.

In spite of these differences, each of the men went on to lead successful lives, and Reggae music spread like wildfire during the 1970s-1980s. However, both Marley and Tosh did not live to see old age, with Marley dying from cancer in 1981 and Tosh murdered in 1987. In his later life, he released dozens of albums and compilations and is viewed as one of the founding fathers of Reggae and Roots music.

He is also noted in the history books as an advocate for the legalization of marijuana and has been known as a staunch member of the Rastafarian faith. It wasn’t always that way as a documentary on his life, “Blackheart Man” says he was jailed in the 60s for ganja. He served 14-months in prison at Richmond Farm Prison, and there he wrote the song “Battering Down Sentence.” The case was later dismissed even though he had served time.

A few years ago, Bunny Wailer suffered a minor stroke that affected his speech. He is married with children. However, tragedy struck the family in 202 after his wife of 50 years, Jean Watt, was reported missing, and up to the time of his death, it is unclear whether she had been found.

According to Bunny Wailer’s family, his wife was 70 years old at the time of her disappearance, and she also suffers from a memory loss. She would’ve turned 71 in September 2020. Watt went missing on May 23, 2020, and the police investigation is still open. In the meantime, the Wailer family has continued to search for her and has a $1 million reward for information or her recovery.

Bunny Wailer wasn’t just the last living Wailer, he was also a strong advocate and protector of the band’s musical legacy and reggae music. He will be missed.

Rest In Peace Bunny Wailer.


Reggae Legend Bunny Wailer Dies At 73


Legendary reggae singer Bunny Wailer has died.

Jamaica’s Culture Minister Olivia Grange confirmed the singer’s passing on Tuesday morning. His cause of death was not revealed, but multiple sources confirmed with Urban Islandz that he passed away in the Medical Associates Hospital while getting treatment for an ailment.

Bunny Wailer, whose real name is Neville O’Riley Livingston, had been in and out of the hospital since last year following a stroke. His first stroke was in July last year, where he spent several weeks in the hospital before undergoing rehabilitation. Family sources told us that he had been steadily improving since then, but recently his health significantly deteriorated.

Bunny Wailer, who is a founding member of The Wailers, spent his early life in Nine Mile, St. Ann, before moving to Kingston, where he began his career in the early 1960s when he met Bob Marley and Peter Tosh, who were aspiring singers. Bob Marley, who died of cancer in 1981, was also Bunny Wailer’s stepbrother. The three singers formed The Wailing Wailers in 1963, and the rest is history.

Bunny Wailer is one of the most iconic names in reggae music history. In 2017, he was awarded the Order of Merit, the fourth highest honor in Jamaica. Two years later, in 2019, he was again recognized by the Jamaican government for his overwhelming contribution to Jamaica’s popular music, with the Reggae Gold Award.

Wailer is best known for songs like “Bald Head Jesus, “Crucial,” and “Cool Runnings.” His album Blackheart Man is still a staple in reggae music.


Bob Marley & the Wailers – Rat Race (Live) Lyrics


(Oh, what a rat race)
(Oh, what a rat race)
(Oh, what a rat race)
(This is the rat race….rat race)

Some a-lawful
Soma a-bastard
Some a-jacket
Oh, what a rat race
Rat race

Some a-gorgon
Some a-hooligan
Some a-guinea-gog
In this here rat race, yeah
Rat race
I’m saying

When the cat’s away
The mice will play
Political violence fill your cities, yeah
Don’t involve rasta in your say-say
I’m saying, rasta don’t work for no C.I.A

Rat race
Rat race
Rat race, yeah
Rat race
I’m saying

When you think it’s peace and safety
A sudden destruction
Collective security, for surety, yeah
Don’t forget your history
Or your destiny
In the abundance of water, the fool is thirsty

Rat race
Rat race
Rat race
Rat race
Oh, it’s a disgrace
To see the human race
In a rat race
Rat race
You got the horse race
You got the dog race
You got the human race
But, this is a rat race
Rat race

Some a chicken
Some a scratch it
Some a bunch it
Some a bastard
In this here rat race
Rat race


Lil Wayne – Problems Lyrics


[Intro]
Zaytoven

[Chorus]
If lovin’ me is wrong, I don’t wanna be right, then bitch you hatin’
I’m never wrong, one time thought I was wrong and I was only mistaken
I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later
I’m never home, one time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix

[Verse 1]
Off button, pause button, stop button, lock button
Belly button, big ol’ titties she pop buttons, head buttin’
Versace button down unbuttoned to the top button
Percocets that’s my buttons, hit the pop button
Psychopath, blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin’ science lab
I should have a tattoo that say, “I’m not like my dad” Jesus Christ amen
Might hand in the second hand, she see righteous plans
I see business plans then I lose my mind and my attention span
She see empty hands like oooh lordy, smellin’ like Cool Water
Y’all got them new Cartier, the Rollie was too salty
That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
My little bitch body a trophy
Naked pics, five in the morning, sunglasses, smile emoji
Pull up on the opps, surprise party
Better get up and stand up like Bob Marley
That is your homie he died for ya
Check your home screen, that’s God callin’
Making an impact, my nigga, we not just black, nigga
We rich and black nigga and all them bitches they been after niggas
They run away then they come limpin’ back nigga
Amen, feeling like Our Father
Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin’ horses
That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
My little bitch body will solve it
And when you say timber, please, will you whisper, my nigga, I’m quietly fallin’

[Chorus]
If lovin’ me is wrong, I don’t wanna be right then, bitch you hate me
I’m never wrong every time you thought I was wrong, and I was wrong, and I was only mistaken
I live all alone, no home telephone, talk to you later
I’m never home every time I thought I was home it was only the matrix

[Bridge]
Hello? Hello? Rest in, Rest in, Rest in
That’s rich nigga problems avoid it
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie

[Chorus]
If lovin’ me is wrong, I don’t wanna be right then, bitch you hate me
I’m never wrong, one time I thought I was wrong, I was only mistaken
I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later
I’m never home every time I thought I was home it was only the matrix

[Verse 2]
Rest In peace, I rest in peace and harmony
I don’t talk, I speak, after I pray, I preach
I don’t play, I cheat, after I stay, I leave
The fork in the road, grab the fork and eat
Turn that piggy bank to some hog head cheese
But you doin’ nothing while they sayin’ nothing
And never worth nothing, but it’s always free, psychopath
Blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin’ science lab
I just have tattoo that say ‘I’m not like your man’, Jesus Christ amen
[?] in the second hand
She see righteous plans, I see power plans
She take my hands put ’em in her pants
Do the hyphy dance then I wipe my hands
Feeling like Our Father
Should I get off my high horse to get on my flying horses
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
More bitches more problems
That’s rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
Rich nigga problems, lil whoadie
[?]
[?]


Logic – YSIV Freestyle Lyrics


[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
They say they want the old Logic
The one that flow like a faucet
I’m still the same me
They just don’t believe it like they agnostic
If I spit over the boom bap they perceive it as nostalgic
But the truth is my subject matter is still the same
Production selection is still flame
But they love you on the come-up ’cause you ain’t tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That’s the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19 to 2019, been murdering this shit for a decade
From the boom bap to the trap, let my style cascade
Listen, listen, yeah
What’s the dealy? Pass the Philly
Get silly, that’s on the really
We snappin’ like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, I’m talking Achilles
Try to play me like I ain’t me but I provided all the deets
Who you know worth $50 million still rapping on breakbeats?
From Nasty Nas, Big L, Tribe, the Roots, and many more
Of course, we could never forget Biggie and Young Shakur
Fuck the police
No, we ain’t fucking with our pastor
I’m the bastard that mastered the flow, said it once before for sure
While 6ix produce hits from the soul, you already know
Visualising and realising my life is fucking crazy
Poppin’ like Jay-Z
Dirty dancing on the game like Swayze
I’m one of the illest, and bitch, I’ve been ready to kill this, it’s so amazing
Bitch, I’ve been blazing, I’m talking grass, I ain’t talking grazing
Latest shit the tape while I sip scotch
Let the haters kick rocks
My flow is tip-top; I never flip flop, why?
‘Cause my soul too strong
Did this all on my own ’cause waiting took too long
The flow sophisticated
All these youngins do is whine like they inebriated
I’m hated, but yeah, that’s how you know I made it
I’m one of the illest, I’m one of the realest
I’m ready to kill this ’til people they feel this
Me and my team made millions but you know we still us
Yeah, they wanna kill us but they all feel us
RattPack real all the time, we never phony
I’m single-handedly running the game like a Sony
While the rest of these rappers is acting
Pass ’em the Tony, pass ’em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, Logic’s the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob Marley
These racist motherfuckers hate that last line
Probably haters on the internet ain’t got nothing to bargain
Said I’d never make it, bitch, I just sold out the Garden
Sinatra

[Outro]
Young Sinatra IV, the album
September 28th
Bringing that boom bap back for the RattPack


Young Thug – Goin Up Lyrics


[Intro: Young Thug & Lil Keed]
Yeah
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby
Keed
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I put some bread in my pocket, Jimmy Dean
I add a rose gold chain when I drink my lean
I add Chanel on the rip of shawty’s jeans (slatt)
I need a Tylenol, I’m popped too many beans
I’m at the VMA awards, now bring ’em out
I left the dentist with some braces in her mouth (tighten it up)
I told your darling, shawty was on south
I take this Rari, park it at the house
I tell her it stop it, call me and take this up
I told her to stop it, I got on my knees up
I bought you the Rollie, you know it came forty-four B’d up, yeah
Cupid fishbowl is at the top
I put the tint on it (yeah), she tryna sit on it (yeah)
I throw the climax (what?), I got the deal on it, yeah
It came in wireless (what?), I spent a rent on it (yeah)
I’m smokin’ on thrax pack, gotta keep the seal on it, yeah (that’s kush)
You catch a body, gotta put appeal on it, yeah
I’m Prince high-key, straight out the trenches with it, yeah
I’m Bob Marley, the next century yeah
Hopped in with your boo
Wanna see chest up and then nothin’ else

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
MG, Benz truck, we speedin’
Yeah she say she down, she just wanna be ’round me
Yes I’m havin’ European denim on my bottom
I got niggas who won’t squeal and they came straight from the bottom, yeah yeah
Sunset sherbert in my lungs
I rock out the show, count them racks in the morning
VVS diamonds, we havin’ some pointers
I pull up with slime, them snakes out the jungle
Neck flooded, you gon’ need a sponge
I’m through with the hoe, she didn’t pass the road
I’m wiping his nose, we crossin’ him out
All it take is one call, they surrounding your house

[Chorus: Lil Keed]
Yeah, in that Bentley coupe doin’ the whole thing
Throw that shit up to the roof, bitch we balling
Bring them bitches in the room if they all in
I spent so many racks on these pants, bitch I’m stylin’
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine
So much blue cheese in these pants, look like the money huggin’ me
And when I hop off in the crowd they hold me way way up

[Outro: Lil Keed & Young Thug]
Bitch I’m goin’ up (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up (like I love you baby?)
Bitch I’m goin’ up, bitches goin’ down me (do you love me baby?)
Bitch I’m slowed up, I been drinking codeine(like I love you baby?)
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you baby?
Do you love me baby?
Like I love you, yeah


Red Hot Chili Peppers – Give It Away


What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mama
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue

Realize I don’t want to be a miser
Confide with sly you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody want to keep it like the kaiser

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now

I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper
Greedy little people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes

I’m a low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Get smart get down with the pow wow
Never been a better time than right now

Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Bob Marley taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin’ like he talk it
Goodness me can’t you see I’m gonna cough it

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now

Lucky me swimmin’ in my ability
Dancin’ down on life with agility
Come and drink it up from my fertility
Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility

My mom I love her ’cause she love me
Long gone are the times when she scrub me
Feelin’ good my brother gonna hug me
Drink my juice young love chug-a-lug me

There’s a river born to be a giver
Keep you warm won’t let you shiver
His heart is never gonna wither
Come on everybody time to deliver

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mama
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water


Yanique Curvy Diva Bringing Her “Lifestyle” To Africa



Yanique ‘Curvy Diva’ Barrett is bringing her “Lifestyle” to the African continent where she has been getting some positive feedback for her debut single.
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In December, she will be hosting and performing at her first gig in Africa. Yanique Curvy Diva started her dancehall career earlier this year and her first single “Lifestyle” has been doing very well. She also has a collaborative single with Ky-Mani Marley, “Turn Your Lights Down Low” which is a remake of Bob Marley’s classic. She is booked for a gig at Reggae Afrobeat Jamrock in Abuja, Nigeria.

This is the first time that the Magnum Kings and Queens host will be performing for her fans in Africa. “I’m very excited for all the great opportunities I’ve been receiving since the launch of my recording career,” shes said. “Good Good Production saw great potential and now all these doors are opening. I can’t wait to meet and perform for my fans in Abuja, Nigeria.”

Yanique ‘Curvy Diva’ Barrett is also planning to use the opportunity to promote the new music video for the single. She will also be returning as a host at on the 11th season of Magnum Kings and Queens of Dancehall starting next year.

 


Bob Marley Star On Hollywood Walk of Fame Repaired



Bob Marley‘s star on Hollywood Walk of Fame has been repaired.

The star for the famed reggae king was vandalized last month by someone who set out with ill intentions on their mind. Marley’s star was replayed by representatives of the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce. Walk of Fame spokesperson, Ana Martinez, confirmed on Twitter last week that the monument was fully replaced and even tweeted out a photo of the brand new star.

“Bob Marley Walk of Fame star looking better than ever,” she wrote. Last month, she reported that the star would cost around $3000 to be repaired and the Hollywood Historic Trust would foot the bill. “It will cost nearly $3,000 to repair Bob Marley’s star on the Walk of Fame after it was found vandalized this week,” she wrote on Twitter. An investigation was launched by cops but so far we are not aware of any arrest.

Bob Marley Walk of Fame star looking better than ever! @djambeririefm pic.twitter.com/apWIhSkrKo

— Ana Martinez (@wofstargirl) November 2, 2017


Bunny Wailer to be Honored With Order Of Merit



On October 16th, Bunny Wailer is slated to receive the Order of Merit at Kings House in Kingston for his influence in pioneering reggae music.

This is Bunny Wailer’s third National Honor by the Jamaican government, however, this is more significant since it is the third highest honor granted in Jamaica by the state. In an interview with the Observer, Wailer expressed his gratitude. “I did not expect it, but knew it was something that ones spoke to me about being due based of the vastness of my contribution and my focus on preserving the legacy of The Wailers, not only to the music but to the Rastafari culture and community,” he said. “It is growing on me as my greatest recognition. It’s like getting that final PhD.”

Peter Tosh, Bob Marley along with Wailer formed The Wailers in 1963, but it wasn’t until 1972 that the group got their big break and landed a contract with Island Records. Some of The Wailers top songs includes “Natty Dread,” “I shot the Sheriff,” and “Get Up Stand Up.” Bunny Wailer left the group in 1974 and went on to acquire the surname Wailer.

The reggae legen went on to win Grammy awards for his 1996 for the album Time Will Tell: A Tribute to Bob Marley,’ 1995 ‘Crucial! Roots Classics’ and 1997 ‘Hall of Fame: A Tribute to Bob Marley ‘s 50th Anniversary (RAS).’ Some of Bunny Wailer’s most popular singles includes ‘Jammins’, ‘Collyman’, ‘Dancing Shoes’ and ‘Bald Head Jesus’.

As one of the founding member of the Wailer and only Survivor of the group Bunny has contributed a lot to Jamaica music. The group began in a time when political warfare’s was on the rampage and their songs spoke a lot about equal rights and justice which had a huge impact socially in Jamaica back then. Their message of peace and love in their music would help them to become global icons in music.


Rita Marley Gets Honorary Doctorate From South African University


Bob Marley widow Rita Marley received an honorary doctorate degree from the University of Fort Hare (UFH) in South Africa.

This marks the second honorary doctorate Rita Marley is getting from a major University. In 2015, she received another doctorate from the University of the West Indies in Jamaica. The UFC honored her at a recent ceremony held at the Alice Campus of the university. She received her doctorate in in social sciences and humanities.

Rita Marley was unable to attend the ceremony so Rosemary Duncan, manager of the Rita Marley Foundation, accepted it on her behalf, but she did make a statement. “How good God is. I am that I am, a ghetto girl with great ambition, so I give thanks,” she said. “It was unexpected, but such a great honor to be recognized by the University of Fort Hare, Dr. Nelson Mandela’s alma mater.”

Marley added that her hard work and contributions to the global community through her foundation are among the reasons why she was selected for the honorary doctorate. During the ceremony, the choir sings Bob Marley classic single “One Love” in honor of Rita Marley. Rita is a former member of the reggae band I Three and once used to provide backing vocals to her late husband Bob Marley.

The Jamaican government awards her with the Order of Distinction in 1996 for her contribution to music.


Parfum Quartier – Jul paroles


Paroles Jul – Parfum quartier

J’ai traîné trop souvent, j’aimerai m’en aller
Ils savent le quart d’ma vie mais ne font que parler
J’ai fumé, j’ai plané, un peu comme Bob Marley
J’ai pleuré, séché mes larmes, plus tard j’me suis marré
Je sais c’qu’on dit sur moi, je frissonne
J’vois un pote en condi’ il déguste, il zone
Pendant des années j’ai attendu ma Cendrillon
Elle est mignonne sans maquillage, sans crayon
T’es brave avec moi, de bon cœur j’te dé-fauche
Toujours donné c’que j’avais
Même quand j’avais rien dans les poches
Si t’écoutes les gens “J’ai fait des sous, j’me la pète”
Ça va pas en s’moment, même si je fais pas la tête
Il est temps que je vous dise au-revoir les amis
J’suis content, j’fais des tofs avec des mamies.(parfum quartier)

Moi j’essaie d’rester moi-même
Même si dure est la vie qu’je mène
J’t’en veux pas, l’erreur est humaine
Mais prends pas la confiance quand même. (x2)

J’suis dans la Clio, j’écris mon texte dans l’quartier
L’odeur d’la beuh, mélangée au parfum Cartier. (x2)

J’ai deux bras, deux jambes
J’m’en suis sorti seul, avec l’aide d’un pote au ciel
J’pense à toi quand je chante
La vie c’est bizarre, les prénoms s’effacent sur le sable
J’pense à tout, je serre, me dis que c’est Dieu qui veut ça
Et tous les jours je gamberge… versuri-lyrics.info
Quand tu sais pas où dormir, qui t’héberge ?
Et arrête de me faire chier, j’fume un pét’ sous l’étoile du berger
Je sais qu’il y a des haut, qu’y a des bas
Je sais que y a des vrais, qu’y a des faux
Saches que c’est tous tes coups bas
Qu’ont fait ressortir mes défauts
Sors une loc’ un peu qu’on aille se faire une course
J’traîne avec des gars qui pourraient t’faire rire un ours.

Moi j’essaie d’rester moi-même
Même si dure est la vie qu’je mène
J’t’en veux pas, l’erreur est humaine
Mais prends pas la confiance quand même. (x2)

J’suis dans la Clio, j’écris mon texte dans l’quartier
L’odeur d’la beuh, mélangée au parfum Cartier. (x2)

Moi j’essaie d’rester moi-même
Même si dure est la vie qu’je mène
J’t’en veux pas, l’erreur est humaine
Mais prends pas la confiance quand même.

J’suis dans la Clio, j’écris mon texte dans l’quartier
L’odeur d’la beuh, mélangée au parfum Cartierrr. (x2)
Jul paroles
Video quartier


Tory Lanez – Bodmon Song (Extended Version) (The New Toronto 2 Mixtape)


[Intro]
Yeah, Fargo
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Shawty, you know how I’m strokin’ on it
When I pull up 4 in the mawning
We can smoke, girl, if you want it
We can smoke just roll up pon it
I do the things that you wann’ do
All of the things that you want too
Do anything cause I want you
Do anything cause I want you
Oh, pull up in designer
Girl, that body’s purer than water
Smell like Dasani
Sippin’ on Henny
‘Bout to hit your bitch with that see you in the mañana
Mi need a bad one by me
Mi need a bad one beside me
They see dem suck pussy boi, try me
Bodmon, you can’t do ah man grimy
Mi gun on me
Case infahmah wan’ come find mi
Smokin’ on Bob Marley
Mi hit di stage and di gyal jump ‘pon mi

[Hook]
A bodmon song
A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah

[Verse 2]
When I pull up in dah mawning
Pure Hennessy we nah do no Gin & Tonic
Fuckin’ boi, dem dem wann’ find me
Fire fi dem, now we nah chill wit informants
No man ah make it from my ends
And no man ah tek way from my space
Mi pray dem jah jah bless all di likkle yutes

[Hook]
A bodmon song
A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
Dis a bodmon song
Dis a bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song man ah sing, yeah

[Verse 3]
When the Rolls swing the corner
Hop out the bloodclat ting, me ting ballin’
Bad white gyal like Madonna
Big dutty 4-5 on me, don’t try me
Man a walk when bodmon roll
Keep up and your girlfriend like come home
Top drop the Porsche, it drop down slow
Blessings me say and to the gyal dem
Nuh bodda wid di cuff ting
Tonight when yuh come over, mi yard, is a fuck ting
Nuff rude bowy pon a rough ting
Dah wah di fuckin’ Glock forty is a must ting
Blessings me send to mi yute dem
Blessings me send to mi bredren
And bodmon, we nuh beg friend
But we still a sing, yeah

[Hook]
A bodmon song
A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah


Tory Lanez – Bodmon Song (Mixtape version)


*** **Additional Verse(s) to be added** ***
[Verse 1]
Shawty, you know how I’m strokin’ on it
When I pull up 4 in the mawning
We can smoke, girl, if you want it
We can smoke just roll up pon it
I do the things that you wann’ do
All of the things that you want too
Do anything cause I want you
Do anything cause I want you
Oh, pull up in designer
Girl, that body’s purer than water
Smell like Dasani
Sippin’ on Henny
‘Bout to hit your bitch with that see you in the mañana
Mi need a bad one by me
Mi need a bad one beside me
They see dem suck pussy boi, try me
Bodmon, you can’t do ah man grimy
Mi gun on me
Case infahmah wan’ come find mi
Smokin’ on Bob Marley
Mi hit di stage and di gyal jump ‘pon mi

[Hook]
A bodmon song
A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah

[Verse 2]
When I pull up in dah mawning
Pure Hennessy we nah do no Gin & Tonic
Fuckin’ boi, dem dem wann’ find me
Fire fi dem, now we nah chill wit informants
No man ah make it from my ends
And no man ah tek way from my space
Mi pray dem jah jah bless all di likkle yutes

[Hook]
A bodmon song
A bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
Dis a bodmon song
Dis a bodmon song mi ah sing, yeah
One bodmon song
One bodmon song man ah sing, yeah


Red Hot Chili Peppers – Give It Away


What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mama
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue

Realize I don’t want to be a miser
Confide with sly you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody want to keep it like the kaiser

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now

I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper
Greedy little people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes

I’m a low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Get smart get down with the pow wow
Never been a better time than right now

Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Bob Marley taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin’ like he talk it
Goodness me can’t you see I’m gonna cough it

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now

Lucky me swimmin’ in my ability
Dancin’ down on life with agility
Come and drink it up from my fertility
Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility

My mom I love her ’cause she love me
Long gone are the times when she scrub me
Feelin’ good my brother gonna hug me
Drink my juice young love chug-a-lug me

There’s a river born to be a giver
Keep you warm won’t let you shiver
His heart is never gonna wither
Come on everybody time to deliver

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mama
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water


Section Boyz – Shell It

October 15, 2016

Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Swift]
Trap, trap til the morning
Pat fat looking Norbit
Here’s a pack you look starvin
I don’t believe what you’re talking
Loads of racks in apartments
Smoke a man and go auntie’s
Them man are rats and informers
I was young and just bossy
Kicked out of school, still classy
Cool with the Afghans and Malis
Flex with the Africans and Yardies
Shutdown raves or parties
Fluffy want me I bust Warley
Man don’t do [?] or Charlie
Smokin on Bob Marley
You can ask Blue or Marley

[Verse 2: Sleeks]
Tryna get it in
Push bike, pedalin
Drugs, cops, blocks, medicine
I will never speak to the cops
Man I swear to the rock, wedding ring
Got a thousand shots peppering
Brown and pop, heavy ting
Grind and stop, my man’s washed
Mad, timing is everything
Bad bits, in the sides of a belly ring
On the shelly ting
Man’s just shelling it
Shellings, anywhere man shell it
Ring trap, no credit
Man get it
Piff bud, smell it
[Hook: Inch]
Shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year

[Verse 3: Knine]
Trapstar on the clothes
Manaman ain’t got a [?]
Grab pack then I do road
Grab man if he try touch bro
Section only, man know
Weapon on me might blow
Hector Zeroni, man’s got all the Os
Anywhere we go we shelly and go
Everywhere man’s gettin in loads
Dead line, man bury that phone
[?] man’s putting up toes
Dead wine, might have that bro
Smart load anywhere I go
Do show, do road, do home
On the street man know how it goes
Grab poles and make that blow

[Verse 4: Littlez]
Smoke nuff ganja like Rass
Jook to the face now man ah feel frass
Them man brass, nah they don’t get cash
Champagne spray that, manaman splash
Man ah come mash up the rave then dash
Gyal ah take pics cuh man ah move Flash
Man a big dog like Bits and[?]
Doin up road, get around like a rash
Turn up settings
Manaman shut tings down, that’s shellings
Gyal wan’ get it
Ps stay gettin
[?] Section, man can’t get it
They ain’t got Zs it’s jeans they sellin
Lock tings down, then manaman steppin
Man ah come lit up the rave, that’s shellings
Back to the T house, trapline bill it

[Hook: Inch]
Shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year

[Verse 5: Deepee]
Boom, I get bread with my bredrins
Peng tings, [?] not pending
Don’t wanna get arrested I have a rest-in
A new tour, I got gear in engine
Buds in the seat box for the break
Same place where your gyal took break
Back your bredrin, get baked
Better get break off, no break
Shots make a boy say hey
Boo hoo, I get Ps every day
Hey did a mad ting, I said boom
Ohh peng tings, skengs in a room and tre
Watch out for your babes
Dropped her drawls, she must’ve saw my face
Don’t last for whores, I love the thought of papes
Your pumpy laws is underscores today

[Hook: Inch]
Shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year


Red Hot Chili Peppers – Give It Away letras

October 14, 2016

Lyrics

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What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mama
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue

Realize I don’t want to be a miser
Confide with sly you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody want to keep it like the kaiser

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now

I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper
Greedy little people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes

I’m a low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Get smart get down with the pow wow
Never been a better time than right now

Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Bob Marley taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin’ like he talk it
Goodness me can’t you see I’m gonna cough it

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now

Lucky me swimmin’ in my ability
Dancin’ down on life with agility
Come and drink it up from my fertility
Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility

My mom I love her ’cause she love me
Long gone are the times when she scrub me
Feelin’ good my brother gonna hug me
Drink my juice young love chug-a-lug me

There’s a river born to be a giver
Keep you warm won’t let you shiver
His heart is never gonna wither
Come on everybody time to deliver

Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mama
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water


Section Boyz – Shell It Lyrics

October 13, 2016

Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Swift]
Trap, trap til the morning
Pat fat looking Norbit
Here’s a pack you look starvin
I don’t believe what you’re talking
Loads of racks in apartments
Smoke a man and go auntie’s
Them man are rats and informers
I was young and just bossy
Kicked out of school, still classy
Cool with the Afghans and Malis
Flex with the Africans and Yardies
Shutdown raves or parties
Fluffy want me I bust Warley
Man don’t do [?] or Charlie
Smokin on Bob Marley
You can ask Blue or Marley

[Verse 2: Sleeks]
Tryna get it in
Push bike, pedalin
Drugs, cops, blocks, medicine
I will never speak to the cops
Man I swear to the rock, wedding ring
Got a thousand shots peppering
Brown and pop, heavy ting
Grind and stop, my man’s washed
Mad, timing is everything
Bad bits, in the sides of a belly ring
On the shelly ting
Man’s just shelling it
Shellings, anywhere man shell it
Ring trap, no credit
Man get it
Piff bud, smell it
[Hook: Inch]
Shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year

[Verse 3: Knine]
Trapstar on the clothes
Manaman ain’t got a [?]
Grab pack then I do road
Grab man if he try touch bro
Section only, man know
Weapon on me might blow
Hector Zeroni, man’s got all the Os
Anywhere we go we shelly and go
Everywhere man’s gettin in loads
Dead line, man bury that phone
[?] man’s putting up toes
Dead wine, might have that bro
Smart load anywhere I go
Do show, do road, do home
On the street man know how it goes
Grab poles and make that blow

[Verse 4: Littlez]
Smoke nuff ganja like Rass
Jook to the face now man ah feel frass
Them man brass, nah they don’t get cash
Champagne spray that, manaman splash
Man ah come mash up the rave then dash
Gyal ah take pics cuh man ah move Flash
Man a big dog like Bits and[?]
Doin up road, get around like a rash
Turn up settings
Manaman shut tings down, that’s shellings
Gyal wan’ get it
Ps stay gettin
[?] Section, man can’t get it
They ain’t got Zs it’s jeans they sellin
Lock tings down, then manaman steppin
Man ah come lit up the rave, that’s shellings
Back to the T house, trapline bill it

[Hook: Inch]
Shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year

[Verse 5: Deepee]
Boom, I get bread with my bredrins
Peng tings, [?] not pending
Don’t wanna get arrested I have a rest-in
A new tour, I got gear in engine
Buds in the seat box for the break
Same place where your gyal took break
Back your bredrin, get baked
Better get break off, no break
Shots make a boy say hey
Boo hoo, I get Ps every day
Hey did a mad ting, I said boom
Ohh peng tings, skengs in a room and tre
Watch out for your babes
Dropped her drawls, she must’ve saw my face
Don’t last for whores, I love the thought of papes
Your pumpy laws is underscores today

[Hook: Inch]
Shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year


Section Boyz – Shell It letras

October 13, 2016

Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Swift]
Trap, trap til the morning
Pat fat looking Norbit
Here’s a pack you look starvin
I don’t believe what you’re talking
Loads of racks in apartments
Smoke a man and go auntie’s
Them man are rats and informers
I was young and just bossy
Kicked out of school, still classy
Cool with the Afghans and Malis
Flex with the Africans and Yardies
Shutdown raves or parties
Fluffy want me I bust Warley
Man don’t do [?] or Charlie
Smokin on Bob Marley
You can ask Blue or Marley

[Verse 2: Sleeks]
Tryna get it in
Push bike, pedalin
Drugs, cops, blocks, medicine
I will never speak to the cops
Man I swear to the rock, wedding ring
Got a thousand shots peppering
Brown and pop, heavy ting
Grind and stop, my man’s washed
Mad, timing is everything
Bad bits, in the sides of a belly ring
On the shelly ting
Man’s just shelling it
Shellings, anywhere man shell it
Ring trap, no credit
Man get it
Piff bud, smell it

[Hook: Inch]
Shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year

[Verse 3: Knine]
Trapstar on the clothes
Manaman ain’t got a [?]
Grab pack then I do road
Grab man if he try touch bro
Section only, man know
Weapon on me might blow
Hector Zeroni, man’s got all the Os
Anywhere we go we shelly and go
Everywhere man’s gettin in loads
Dead line, man bury that phone
[?] man’s putting up toes
Dead wine, might have that bro
Smart load anywhere I go
Do show, do road, do home
On the street man know how it goes
Grab poles and make that blow

[Verse 4: Littlez]
Smoke nuff ganja like Rass
Jook to the face now man ah feel frass
Them man brass, nah they don’t get cash
Champagne spray that, manaman splash
Man ah come mash up the rave then dash
Gyal ah take pics cuh man ah move Flash
Man a big dog like Bits and[?]
Doin up road, get around like a rash
Turn up settings
Manaman shut tings down, that’s shellings
Gyal wan’ get it
Ps stay gettin
[?] Section, man can’t get it
They ain’t got Zs it’s jeans they sellin
Lock tings down, then manaman steppin
Man ah come lit up the rave, that’s shellings
Back to the T house, trapline bill it

[Hook: Inch]
Shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year

[Verse 5: Deepee]
Boom, I get bread with my bredrins
Peng tings, [?] not pending
Don’t wanna get arrested I have a rest-in
A new tour, I got gear in engine
Buds in the seat box for the break
Same place where your gyal took break
Back your bredrin, get baked
Better get break off, no break
Shots make a boy say hey
Boo hoo, I get Ps every day
Hey did a mad ting, I said boom
Ohh peng tings, skengs in a room and tre
Watch out for your babes
Dropped her drawls, she must’ve saw my face
Don’t last for whores, I love the thought of papes
Your pumpy laws is underscores today

[Hook: Inch]
Shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year
Wah wah wah, shell it
Everywhere we go we shell it
Shelly in here, shelly in there
Shelly get shellin, anytime any year