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[CHORUS:] |
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Informer |
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You know say Daddy Snow me, I'm gonna blame |
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A licky boom-boom down |
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'Tective man says Daddy Snow stabbed someone down the lane |
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A licky boom-boom down |
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Informer |
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You know say Daddy Snow me, I'm gonna blame |
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A licky boom-boom down |
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'Tective man says Daddy Snow stabbed someone down the lane |
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A licky boom-boom down |
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Police-a them-a they come and-a they blow down me door |
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One him come crawl through through my window |
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So they put me in the back of the car at the station |
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From that point on I reach my destination |
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Now the destination reached was the East Detention |
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Where they whipped down my pants and looked up my bottom |
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[CHORUS] |
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The bigger they are they think they have more power |
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They're on the phone me say that on hour |
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Me for want to use it once to call my lover |
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Lover who I'm gonna call is the one Tammy |
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I love her from my heart down to my belly |
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Yes Daddy Snow, I'm the coolest daddy |
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The one MC Shan and the one that is Snow |
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Together we are like a tornado |
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[CHORUS] |
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Listen for me ya better listen for me now |
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Listen for me ya better listen for me now |
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When I rock the microphone, I rock it steady |
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Yes sir Daddy Snow me are the Article Don |
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When I'm at a dance they say, "Where you come from?" |
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People then say I come from Jamaica |
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But I'm born and raised in the ghetto |
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That's all I want you to know |
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Pure black people man that's all I man know |
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My shoes used to tear up and my toes used to show |
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Where I'm born is the one Toronto, so |
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[CHORUS] |
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Come with a nice young lady |
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Intelligent, yes she's gentle and irie |
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Everywhere I go I've never left here at all |
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Yes, me Snow roam the dance |
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Roam the dance in every nation |
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You'd never know, me Daddy Snow |
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I am the Boom Shakata |
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I'll never lay down flat in one cardboard box |
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Yes, me Daddy Snow I'm gonna reach to the top, so |
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[CHORUS] |
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Why would he? |
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[repeat] |
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[MC Shan:] |
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Me sitting round cool with my dibby dibby girl |
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Police knock my door, lick up my pal |
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Rough me up and I can't do a thing |
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Pick up my line when my telephone ring |
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Take me to the station, black up my hands |
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Trail me down 'cause I'm hanging with the Snowman |
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What am I gonna do, I'm black and I'm trapped |
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Smack me in my face, took all of my gap |
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They have no clues and they wanna get warmer |
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But Shan won't turn informer |
