♪ No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother ♪
♪ 16 shots, we go longer than a ladder ♪
♪ Dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada ♪
♪ Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba ♪
♪ No boy can diss me or my mother ♪
♪ Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour ♪
♪ 16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah ♪
♪ Rah-ta, rah-ta ♪
♪ Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah ♪
♪ Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rahh! ♪
♪ You couldn't be badder than a King-stony ♪
♪ Diss my mother then your skin start bleed ♪
♪ So don't bother mess with my mommy ♪
♪ With my mommy, with my mommy ♪
♪ Baby, tink you bad, say ya badder than she ♪
♪ If dog a-go bark, long time dem doh eat ♪
♪ Rap on, pop off, make you move like freak ♪
♪ They say dem a gangsta, but so is mommy ♪
♪ They gon' put hands on a chick ♪
♪ They gon' put hands on her ♪
♪ Eyes watchin' when I comin' through the door ♪
♪ What I'mma do, they ain't prepared for ♪
♪ No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother ♪
♪ 16 shot, we go longer than a ladder ♪
♪ Dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada ♪
♪ Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba ♪
♪ No boy can diss me or my mother ♪
♪ Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour ♪
♪ 16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah ♪
♪ Rah-ta, rah-ta ♪
♪ Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah ♪
♪ Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rahh! ♪
