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