Now you gone pon the broadside
Hold on your head from me, you a hide
Hit the curb and all a slip and a slide
I'm a die
Me tell you say you should no mess with this filly
Cause anything cross me ball a me killy
But you never wanna listen to me warnin'
You couldn't even budge inna the mornin'
Pon the street him a pull so him dread
Pon the works and drop them dead
Him gonna handle the ride
Now you gone pon the broadside