Oh Mr. DC - Sugar Minott, Fantan Mojah, Military Man

Coming from the country / with my bag of collie

I buck up on a D.C. / Him waan fi hold me

«Don't you run now, youth man, you won’t get away»

«If you slip you will die, and if you run you can’t hide»

«For I’ve got my dic, stuck right in my hip now»

(Wo-o-ow DC)

Don’t you take my Ishen

(Wo-o-ow DC)

Don’t you touch my collie

(Wo-o-ow DC)

The children dying fi hunger

And I man a suffer

So you’ve got to see

It’s this collie that feeds me

Fifty cents a stick

And a dollar a quater

That is what keeps me alive

Me and my two kids and wife

So give me a chance, sir

And make me gwan likkle faster

Just let me pass through

And Jah will bless you

(Wo-o-ow DC)

Don’t you take my I-science

(Wo-o-ow DC)

Don’t you touch my Collie

(Wo-o-ow DC)

I got the great Sinsemilla

And the good Lamb’s Bread yeah

A likkle tripe for stone

And a likkle goat head

Dread dem waiting in the city

Fi go lick it with the gritty

So please Mr. DC, won’t you have some pity?

(Wo-o-ow DC)

Don’t you take my I-science

(Wo-o-ow DC)

Don’t you touch my Collie

(Wo-o-ow DC)