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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

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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

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Spoil up your foot just skanking, put on your skanking shoes

Skanking, dash away your boots man we skanking

Spoil up your foot just skanking, put on your skanking shoes, yeah

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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 skank it all night long

Quality prevails that's me deep rooted position

Naâman top ranking smooth feet a skank it

Real cobbler yes your foot affi love it and

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Official skanking shoes seller

Skanking shoes my brothers

Hey rude boy!

Skanking, dash away your boots man we skanking

Spoil up your foot just skanking

Put on your skanking shoes (that′s what we do now)

Skanking, dash away your boots man we skanking

Spoil up your foot just skanking

Put on your skanking 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 thing

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

Skanking, dash away your boots man we skanking

Spoil up your foot just skanking, put on your skanking shoes

Skanking, dash away your boots man we skanking

Spoil up your foot just skanking, put on your skanking shoes