Babariba, babariba (I know why can tha checka one) Babariba, babariba (At the mic sun) Babariba, babariba (I yet not understan) Babariba, babariba (Maybe you've got a foreign lang)
So let them never go Stop to keep the riddim Move on the show Check the mic and the bass And you know why'm on the stow around You top all the rhythm And nobody can sto-p me And my name and Movin' upon the top From my toe to my ? Can I like the Ragga D (she) Than the voice that sounds so creep Is not fast enough to move your feet Cause I feature with the Babariba So com'n, Ragga D, let the folk get to hear ya (yes!)
The people often come-a wanta listen to me (rock!) They call me out ? Me love da Ragga-Tune and da ? to see That ? So come ? jamma We check 'pon the microphone like a true champion (champion!) ? listen up ? ?
Rock and follow me now Cause I'm taking my team to you And everything that you do returns, too My baby Bicku waking me up With lika styleee, Ragga D (right) From Jamaica and from India the G ? if you like the (boo!) ? Like every other preacher You should listen to your teacher ? Babariba ? And the next on the menu is the D with some chicks
? But me no, wherever, wherever I meant no ? ? Ragga-Tune - ?