Prodigal Sons Songtext
von Born Jamericans
Prodigal Sons Songtext
We have a whole heap of superstars in all the dancehall arena tonight
But I want you to welcome back the original Patrick and Sons
Hey, hey, this is Mr. Notch and Eddie Sean
We′re back up on the scene, now me say one more time
This is Mr. Nachanelishine
And the two of us together say we're one of a kind and why
They me ask the way me from, them say I must be Kingston
But everything get shaky when we tell them Washington
Now we in Jamaica, every artist have a plan
They me shock the world, I′m a
The dance all round
But out of ten thousand singers and a million DJs
Mr. Nach and Edley Shine come fi make them own a way
No producer, no own, we wreck a label, can't mow a way
I want their stand if we make the rubber they'll play
So we we haffi save we all
With dem Jah Jah Jah Jah, with dem Lord
Tired fi see me mother working so hard
I′m going to the East from the next Concord
Get fi find out seh me seh foreign is a fraud
They shall all go down, we shall one day overcome
So hold your welcome, back the project called suns
This is Mr. Notch and let me shine
Say we′re back up on the scene, I'm missing one more time
This is Mr. Notch and let me shine
Say the two of us together say we′re one of a kind
So unwind, say we'll move down the line
Hear me now
Certain guy′ll lose their mind and want to cross the borderline
You must be smokin', crack hard, drinkin′, moonshine
'Cause none of them no rough like we
Hands can't touch what them eyes can′t see
Things said we dead, you ballin′ R.I.P
We rise from the grave like the almighty, yo
So to each and every one, welcome the Prodigal Sons
'Cause dancehall is dull without the Bajamericans
They′ll take this for fun, mi son
Whip dem Jah Jah Jah Jah, whip dem Lord
Tired fi see mi mother working so hard
I'm going to the East pon the next concord
Get fi find out seh mi seh foreign is a fraud
But we shall one day overcome
And the Eden, they shall all go down
We shall one day overcome
So won′t you welcome
Fuck the project of sons, don't take this for fun
Do all of them faggots, get up and run
′Cause Georgia break with love
And that they buried in sun
This one off to go platinum, see
But I want you to welcome back the original Patrick and Sons
Hey, hey, this is Mr. Notch and Eddie Sean
We′re back up on the scene, now me say one more time
This is Mr. Nachanelishine
And the two of us together say we're one of a kind and why
They me ask the way me from, them say I must be Kingston
But everything get shaky when we tell them Washington
Now we in Jamaica, every artist have a plan
They me shock the world, I′m a
The dance all round
But out of ten thousand singers and a million DJs
Mr. Nach and Edley Shine come fi make them own a way
No producer, no own, we wreck a label, can't mow a way
I want their stand if we make the rubber they'll play
So we we haffi save we all
With dem Jah Jah Jah Jah, with dem Lord
Tired fi see me mother working so hard
I′m going to the East from the next Concord
Get fi find out seh me seh foreign is a fraud
They shall all go down, we shall one day overcome
So hold your welcome, back the project called suns
This is Mr. Notch and let me shine
Say we′re back up on the scene, I'm missing one more time
This is Mr. Notch and let me shine
Say the two of us together say we′re one of a kind
So unwind, say we'll move down the line
Hear me now
Certain guy′ll lose their mind and want to cross the borderline
You must be smokin', crack hard, drinkin′, moonshine
'Cause none of them no rough like we
Hands can't touch what them eyes can′t see
Things said we dead, you ballin′ R.I.P
We rise from the grave like the almighty, yo
So to each and every one, welcome the Prodigal Sons
'Cause dancehall is dull without the Bajamericans
They′ll take this for fun, mi son
Whip dem Jah Jah Jah Jah, whip dem Lord
Tired fi see mi mother working so hard
I'm going to the East pon the next concord
Get fi find out seh mi seh foreign is a fraud
But we shall one day overcome
And the Eden, they shall all go down
We shall one day overcome
So won′t you welcome
Fuck the project of sons, don't take this for fun
Do all of them faggots, get up and run
′Cause Georgia break with love
And that they buried in sun
This one off to go platinum, see
Writer(s): Norman Darnell Howell, Horace Payne, Benwoit Tshiwala Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
