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naâman - live at fête de l'humanité, 2018 lyrics

oh yes iddren we affi come down again
have you got sk-nking shoes me friend
that’s the way we come a road hey fatbabs!

i need a club, i need a vibe,
i need a mic ina me hand, i need a crazy selecta so ruffa than dem
a dirty dancehall tell dem again ina the morning
yes fi warm up me body when kingston is burning,
i need a really smelly spliff because me nah sing without
me weed, i need a meditation time high grade give the spin
rum in my bottle and me like it with
nothing, what’s about me shoes man serious ting
let’s see what kind a shoes they got ina the little
corner shop. roots rocker rock steady ska and one drop
feel how it moves up your feet pon the
ground we need a good not a swagga one
there is no reason for the bad dressed feet to jump up
so never let a scammer do the job,
if you dress it up man affi dress it up nicer
hey rude boy!

sk-nking, dash away your boots man we sk-nking
spoil up your foot just sk-nking, put on your sk-nking shoes
sk-nking, dash away your boots man we sk-nking
spoil up your foot just sk-nking, put on your sk-nking shoes

i was a youth, a pickney, practicing the beat k!lling
pilling the vinyl pilling ragga magazine when sickness came over me
oh what a fever, sickness came over me (oh what a fever!)
with no doubt today it rules me destiny.
mix up the dance of me job it’s my favorite
i like to do it cool, juicy in july,
naâman can be sweet if you nice up me mood and me body
so me shoes me depend on fi sk-nk it all night
long quality prevails that’s me deep rooted position
naâman top ranking smooth feet a sk-nk it,
real cobbler yes your foot affi love it and
sk-nking shoes deep rockers,
official sk-nking shoes seller, sk-nking shoes my brothers
hey rude boy!

sk-nking, dash away your boots man we sk-nking
spoil up your foot just sk-nking,
put on your sk-nking shoes (that’s what we do now)
sk-nking, dash away your boots man we sk-nking
spoil up your foot just sk-nking, put on your sk-nking shoes, yeah

i need a club, i need a vibe,
i need a mic ina me hand, i need a crazy selecta so ruffa than dem
a dirty dancehall tell dem again ina the
morning yes fi warm up me body when paris is burning,
i need a really smelly spliff because me nah sing without
me weed, i need a meditation time high grade give the spin
rum in my bottle and me like it with
nothing, what’s about me shoes man serious ting
let’s see what kind a shoes they got ina the little
corner shop. roots rocker rock steady ska and one drop
feel how it moves up your feet pon the
ground we need a good not a swagga one
there is no reason for the bad dressed feet to jump up
so never let a scammer do the job,
if you dress it up man affi dress it up nicer
hey rude boy!

- naaman lyrics

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