Chronixx - Roots & Chalice Lyrics

Roots!
Uh Uh!
People dem a bawl roots
Umm umm
Roots!
Oh roots!
Hey!

Inna rastaman party
Chalice we burn
Chalice fi lick
Inna rastaman party
Malice we burn
And a roots we sip
Roots and Chalice
Sippin' roots and chalice
Inna rastaman party
Chalice we burn
And a roots we sip

Load up di kutchie nuh
Me puff it, den she puff it, den you puff it so
Di massive dem a wonder how me love it so
I man nuh drink no rum
Ha ooh yeah
Oh what a Saturday
See Viva coming wid di roots bokkle deh
Mi see Jahmiel, him a forward wid a grabba leaf
Mi tek it from him, and tell him, "dont carry none a these!"

Inna rastaman party
Chalice we burn
Chalice fi lick
Inna rastaman party
Malice we burn
And a roots we sip
Roots and Chalice
Sippin' roots and chalice
Inna rastaman party
Chalice we burn
And a roots we sip

Look how much people pack up in yah (eeh)
Look how much vehicle park up in yah (hey!)
So me know Selassie is the winner
Uh uh, ooh yeah
The world get nuff love from rasta
So how Babylon a puff pon rasta
And if you come inna di dancehall to trouble I, we
I beg you, don't bother cut a fit

Inna rastaman party
Chalice we burn
Chalice fi lick
Inna rastaman party
Malice we burn
And a roots we sip
Roots and Chalice
Sippin' roots and chalice
Inna rastaman party
Chalice we burn
And a roots we sip

Give a little love
A little love
Show some love (show some love)
Rastaman say, give a little love
A little love
And show some love (show some love)
Yeah, a rastaman party
A little love
Show some love (show some love)
Heights and give a little love
A little love
And show some love (show some love)

Roots!
Oh roots, hey!
Hey, roots
Roots!
Rastaman party, hey
Rastaman party
Rastaman party

Phenomenal!
And me say
Steaming out, Chronixx steaming out
Nah lef' me chalice when mi a leave mi house
Steaming out, Chronixx steaming out
Never come with no knife, rollin' with mi spouse, huh
And rasta nah play no cat, nor no mouse
And mi a nuh no duppy bat, nor no ghost
So me say, watch it, mek a poppa Chronixx come down and chose
Like mi and di riddim married and we will never divorce

As me step inna di place, di people dem a bawl out
So man haffi go sing until me throat get hoarse
Somebody pass mi chalice dem, now!
Na na na, no no, no no no, now!

Wild, wild, look how me wicked and wild
Now welcome poppa Chronixx in original style
And di people dem a bawl, say mi well versatile
And me step inna di place, and di dance get spoil
And mi rough and me tough, plus mi meek and mi mild
From mi shirt to mi shoes, well clean, nah no soil
And a watch it poppa Chronixx in original style
Wild, wild, look how me wicked and wild

From mi likkle, yeah mi tek it from mi was a likkle child
Now mi big, look how mi rough, look how mi tough, like crocodile
And mi lyrics dem a flow, and dem a run, like river Nile
Mi say, sekkle poppa Chronixx, people dem love your style
Dem love your style, and mi say, dem love your style
Dem love your style, and mi say, dem love your style