The shirt here fit me, and I no want not a trouble with me
It a walk, ah, you no make it stop on my gait
Please don't make it stop on my gait
Trouble him no set up like rain
And I could never suffer if trouble call on him
I a stay far from trouble
Cause I no want dem scoop high up with no shovel weight
Some a igle and a waste time
And a mingle in a waste rhyme
I a walk a straight line
Me belly empty and a gun dem flex the butt
Why no God miss the night?