Sean Paul - Sound the Alarm lyrics

Yo you remember Tony from Capicu? And carribean chicks be like papi chu All you haters out there can't stop me dude I got n***as out there dem shotta you Y'all not ready for R-R-O y'all not ready for Se-an-Paul Y'all not ready for Tony Toca Ladies, esa loca Ay yo good lookin, from D.R. to Brooklyn Puerto Rico to Montego do it for the people Toca aka Mr. Suavito Do what I do like I'm doin it for me though Rep for my bredren that's without question Pull out the weapon in case they start flexin T. Touch he bust so stop guessin I weed up now wheel it up in a session Rudebwoy selecta yeah I'm a get'cha I'm nice under pressure write a quick lecture Sean Paul nothin but love soon as I met ya So let's do this and show 'em who the rudest You must be kiddin me, gettin rid of me Guns'll blast like them boys in Tivoli Or Rema and Jungle where all the k**ers be Even in Italy they still consider me One of the dopest that's cause I lasted The rest is all hopeless nothin but a**es I'm so focused yet I'm so blasted (Dutty Yeah!) And I'm out son big up all the ma**es Tell dem all for races seh nuh guy caan try race case Gwaan stop di progress and a gwaan embrace this A old rust off magnum mi a got hitch upon mi waist Tell mi if you nuh love how di teflon taste Well I don't need a lawyer cause there won't be a case Forget what you see now your life is get replaced I'm di dappa Dutty dung inna di biz I'm about to show you what respect really is Punk yah nuh nuttin, yo I know you really think your clever But you caan stop di style dem never Real push bu*ton, start it if yuh ready fi whatever Yo tell mi if you heard of mi never dem call mi The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a born herbalist Oonu listen out, Esa Loca The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a internationalist Oonu listen out, Esa Loca Yo it's the Sosa of rap Dominicans stand up Kingston Jamaica put your hands up San Juan Puerto Rico I got my man Touch My n***a Sean Paul big up big up It's that R (Dot) O, B (Dot) B In Jamaica we smoke kiki kiki Ladies we got freaky freaky I dropped out of school teach me teach me You Touch my man Tony guns'll blow And after the party the straight to the moe My n***a Sean Paul still got the flow You remember just gimme the light and pa** the dro R.O.B.B. I got my see through straw may we blend up Weh all who know see through dat a mi high grade friend up Man a store quality we all a smoke to di end up Wid mi pal upon mi pen up it a inspire mi head up But some bwoy waan disturb man med up Just through di money weh mi spend up dem high go get red up When dem diss mi fi try get mi fed up R.O.B.B. waan fi rise up di led up Tony Toca waan fi get dem place bled up Friends and family dem start get shred up Just through dem nah hear di words weh mi said up Better dem fed up or end up a dead weh dem call mi The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a internationalist Oonu listen out, Esa Loca The Dutty Loca, the Tony Toca Man a gallis, man a gangsta, man a born herbalist Oonu listen out, Esa Loca Yeah Easy R.O.B.B. straight out of Jersey yuh dun know Tony Toca A Dutty Yeah, Esa Loca