Kingston Chronic - Biga Ranx

That make you bounce and rock

Evrybody posse watch cause you know

We rule any time brigante

Under my kingston chronic

Under my kingston chronic

She fizzy like an indian tonic

She fizzy like an indian tonic

Ah mi seh some gal a walk

Ah mi seh some gal a talk

Some gal a cry ca’telly break up dem heart

Mi hold up pon the mic cause mi know how fi chat

Mi know how fi chat that’s why the whole place’s packed

Mi is a conscious person with a generous heart

Wickedness and violence ita the ting that mi nah like

But as a raggamuffin soldier mi ready for the fight

Ca’babylon dema go fall and the wicked ah go drop

My lyrics my clothes my style it hot

It hotta than the cofee ina italian cup

Jah jah bless mi everyday so you know mi nah go stop

And I deliver this message to the youth deh pon the block

Under my kingston chronic

Under my kingston chronic

She fizzy like an indian tonic

She fizzy like an indian tonic

This one ah make you wine it make you swing it make you rock

If ah sensimilia bredda you know mi smuk a lot

Some gal a walk and mi seh some gal a talk

Some gal a cry ca’telly break up dem heart

Dressed up ina jean some a dressed up in a froak

When the gal ah see mi picture dem ah take off dem top

And some a dem talk about mi life to the cops

And take away the weed that mi hide ina mi socks

And take away the money that mi stock up ina rack

Cha she make my life it sucks

She make my life it sucks

Listen

Mi niame telly brigante mi white and mi nah black

Mi know how fi read before mi know how fi write

Mi wine a different gal every saturday night

Mi like my cola sugar mi nah like it when it light

When mi reach up ina linz mi smuk a true ganja pipe

True ganja pipe till the plane ah fly back

Every show that mi go mi affi get mi cognac

Mi chat raggamuffin cause you know mi love that

Mi ride my skateboard cause you know mi love that

God a weh mi love mi pt nothing above that

Under my kingston chronic

Under my kingston chronic

She fizzy like an indian tonic

She fizzy like an indian tonic

Any weh that we go we are the talk ah the town

Nah sound ina the world could a never mess around

Like tanto irie we ah go do the juki jam

The london posse dem affi wave up de hand

Mi under my style and under mi fashion

Nah sound ina the world could a never mess around