Sugar Minott - Oh Mr. DC lyrics

[Intro:] Times so rough And, times so tough Ooooh Times so rough [Verse 1:] Coming from the country with a bag of collie I buck up pon a DC 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" [Chorus:] (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) [Verse 2:] 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 mek mi gwan likkle faster Just let me pa** through And Jah will bless you [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 3:] I got the great Sinsemilla And the good long spread ya 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? [Repeat Chorus (2x)]