Damian Marley ("jr. Gong") - Half Way Tree lyrics

Okay, rememnber the breif And one and two and bounce and bounce And bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce It's like keeping a stage show and want the place fi done Wha you do call my management that walk wid 50 gun, wha mi do Nah goin' go pon stage until me get me funds Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gong what a hefty sum Youngest veteran intercept di run Artist a carry feelings and tears a run Say you know, say a just true, him a Bob Marley son How him get a Swizz Beats and you nuh get me none Wha mi sing strictly ex amount of high grade sess mi bun Wha mi sing strictly only high grade princess mi bun Politician well love push up dem chest mi bun Certain loud rowdy talking interest mi gun Now mi come fi bun down all material object Wid a raas claat gold chain 'round me neck Me bun a fire pon di man weh love b**h and fret And want every little detail intricate Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't accept Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fa**y don't forget Well, is it just me or is it hot to d**h It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and ca**ette D.J. race a run on your mark, get set And watch everybody run to the record outlet Tell me who C.D. do you think they get The one closest to the Bob Marley box set And boom and anyhow you nuh feel me yet Well, chances are you might soon go def Me have a clip fully loaded and one select Fi any bwoy weh nuh want show the Gong respect All me shirt and shoes and pants me bet Say a nuff D.J. haffi go starve to d**h While dem girl read about me on the Internet But it's not their fault, don't get upset Because dem can't touch me intellect And boom dem can't even bounce a check Well, you better rest your drinks pon a serviette And gwon bounce around until you bust a sweat Bounce Just bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce Just bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce So return to di venues you used to fill And return to the ends where you used to chill I know them putting some punks on over k** Wid some everyday tune, I refuse to build Now you've been waiting patiently until boom A me name Jr.Gong and still, boom Ridin' a bounce and you can't stand still, boom See it deh now your drinks a spill You have some D.J. think dem shoot to k** 'Cause dem spar wid, a couple thug youths weh will Wait till dem lickle chumpas, dem have draw nil Ah di same thug, ah climb thru dem windowsill And, anyhow you no pay di bill Well, dem could a find you a sligoville You better mind how you use your talent and sk** Till you hear man a bruk down your burglar grill Well, it's from baby pram n to Stroller dem We rock mics anywhere, we get a hold a dem Wid di Muffin looking over, we shoulder dem Better read out all mi portfolio dem Well, it's roots and branches, sticks and stems A di Halfway Tree and it a murder dem Ghetto youths, one fam, you never heard a dem Dangerous nightlife observer dem So just bounce, bounce, bounce wit' me Big man big woman and pickney Feel no pain when di music hit me Find all a gyal weh fit me Keeping a stage show and want the place fi done Wha you do call my management that walk wid 50 gun Wha mi do, nah goin' go pon stage until me get me funds Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gog what a hefty sum Youngest veteran intercept di run Artist a carry feelings and tears a run Say you know, say a just true, him a Bob Marley son How him get a Swizz Beats and you nuh get me none Wha mi sing strictly ex amount of high grade sess mi bun Wha mi sing strictly only high grade princess mi bun Politician well love push up dem chest mi bun Certain loud rowdy talking interest mi gun Now mi come fi bun down all material object Wid a raas claat gold chain 'round me neck Me bun a fire pon di man weh love b**h and fret And want every little detail intricate Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't accept Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fa**y don't forget Well, is it just me or is it hot to d**h It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and ca**ette D.J. race a run on your mark, get set And watch everybody run to the record outlet Tell me who C.D. do you think they get The one closest to the Bob Marley box set Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't accept Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fa**y don't forget Well, is it just me or is it hot to d**h It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and ca**ette D.J. race a run on your mark, get set And watch everybody run to the record outlet Tell me who C.D. do you think they get The one closest to the Bob Marley box set So just Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce ...