[Redman] Selecta come!!!!!
  [Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio
  
  [Verse 1: Method Man]
  Oh no, another flow lyrica forty fo'
  If it gets deep, jump in feet first then hold yo' nose
  I'm a beast when you step on my toe you hear my whistle
  Checkin 'em hoe, you see my pistol lettin it go
  I couldn't wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya wrong
  Time to party, Meth, Stephen Marley and Jr. Gong
  So selecta, come with it, awww shit it
  Now y'all done did it, supper ready y'all come get it
  Now who 'gon stop me block me pop lock me knock me
  Jamaica posse most high Haile Selassie
  Allah willin, another sound boy killin
  I'm hot bitch I don't catch cold or catch feelings
  The truth be the ghetto youth
  And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man take care of his fam
  That's what y'all better do
  Examine our skin we plannin to win
  Worldwide tell the people we be jammin again
  
  [Verse 2: Redman]
  Make way for Reggie Hammond
  I, dig 'em out then tie 'em up for randsome
  I, shoot at your feet make you start dancin
  I'm pissin on your picnics where ya campin
  Doctor got the ziplock from Ziggy
  When the zig zag roll I'll rip your zip code
  Got bitches fucked up off the hypno
  I tip toe, then wait till they bend over
  (There I go) Aiyyo money
  I got a mo ped in Jamaica sittin on twenties
  (Blaow!) Look out, guns in the air
  (Blaow!) Selecta guns in the air
  No Belvedere it's Tiger Bone to get it crackin
  Aiyyo dread right or wrong
  I'm a sinner, winner of the underground swimmers
  Eat dinner, in front of Bob Marley pin up
  
  [Chorus: Redman]
  I don't care about your blinb bling bling
  Over here we let them things ring
  BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! give it to me
  BLAOW!!! Shoot it up BLAOW!!! give it up
  I don't care about your blinb bling bling
  Over here we let them things ring
  BLAOW!!! Give it to me BLAOW!!! One time
  BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! give it up
  
  [Verse 3: Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley]
  I neva wonda why so much ganja reach ya
  And dem a wonda how so much conquer feature
  Blunt dem so big a must fi bun it Bob and Peter
  Teach it like a teacher preach it like a preacher
  Put you in a fever
  Pussy couldn't style mi up plus no under achieve
  Gimme di rizla gimme di cup and a couple senorita
  Jr. Gong di veteran a trouble when mi reach ya
  DJ fi fi fan dem inna Grandtsand and di bleacha
  Jumpin off on di truck, you best believe yah
  Babylon a smell skunk and couldn't get mi neitha
  Well ever since a likkle ghetto yute dem get mi crippled
  So mi know seh babylon dem a go get a weopen
  Everytime when we hear some politician trippin
  When a di big ting promote I'm right there wid di clip in
  So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle flippin lippin
  Got a big forty five it's trigga finga lickin
  Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't know what's happenin
  Dem wonderin how yuh get so slim it's like yuh fat and go gym
  Get mi girl inna mi cabin and mi cabin stabbin
  It is slappin jappin dappin it is non stoppin
  Hey! No pork caan cook inna mi kitchen
  If a gal try dat she's a dead pigeon
  Well woman a tear off mi pants stitchen
  Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and have recline switchin
  If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up missin
  Rastafari dun tell yuh don't listen
  
  [Outro: Marley]
  Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on your fuckin radio