CB 200

Hail, diamonds
Heights, dillinger
You want see weh di I man step out a Channel One studio
You know, star?
An' I man sight two dread pon a CB 200
Dally on as it, star
Great sound's call C-B 200
I'm not rich but the sun shines for me
Mercy Lord, Lord have mercy (hold mi tight, ya)

Say, one dread, two dread
Satta pon a CB 200
I say, two-hundred
You better show mi your natty dread
And so di dread flash him locks and a lighting clap and a weakheart drop
We come yah fi dread, we no come yah fi dead
We come yah fi nat, we no come yah fi plot

Say, set up yourself, dreadlocks
For natty dwell on di mountain top
And natty dwell on di mountain side
Where peace and love abide, ya

And natty dally down at Barkley's
Gone fi go draw little interest
Me say, fi give it to mi princess
Natty dally down a Rook lane
Fi go check natty Garfield
Fi go buy two pants lens
And then him dally up at Baraka (to do what?)
Gone fi go buy two gansey
And then him dally up at DND (what the man are go do?)
Fi go buy Clarks booty
Natty jump in him stripe, and him Clarks, and him harrow
Him no borrow, dread no borrow
Di dread don't tell lie
For natty drink up di roots and him speak di truth
Natty dally one time, natty dally two time
Natty dally uptown, natty dally downtown
Anywhere you go, natty dread deh
And then him dally through di country (lord have mercy)
Fi go check brother Monty

Di idrens dem no dread till di sun get red
Di dawta dew no fat till di pot get hot
Say, set up yourself, dreadlock
And just a nat up, nat up