Pro-Gress
Lyrics
(Yo, Ridwaan)
From a dollar to a mil'
From e ghetto now we inna Bugatti
Every man ah look a ting
Me run di road like taxi pon di route
Them lock di avenue, me cold
Pasadena, Malibu
Yo ah wah do you? Me bold
Man a African fi true, classic attribute
Me haffi chop di food fi give mi family and mi yute
Di God recruit di gadgets and di troops
Like di Nazis and di Jews
Tell di Babylon fi move weh see di catty and refuse
Get di matches and di fuel, give dem ashes and di fume
Yo, we bad beyond di moon, highest altitude (yeah)
Me contribute to prostitute, Christian wan' fi have mi yute
Rasta gyal weh have di roots weh power up mi cocky root
A baddaz inna mi room weh interact with attitude
Me nuh plan fi lose, go tell dem seh me have a lot fi prove
From a dollar to a mil'
From e ghetto now we inna Bugatti (vroom)
Every pretty gyal ah look at me (coo deh)
And every man ah look a ting (Jah know)
Cah we stack it from a dollar to a mil' (million)
From e ghetto now we inna Bugatti (vroom)
Every pretty gyal a look at me
And every man ah look a ting
Extra terrestial
Anti-christ mi well ginnal
Di God devise a stealth mission
Mi glad fi rise e Technical
And shot it like de Remington
You cyaan' deny mi precision
I'm di vilest West Indian (Jah know)
Look weh me catch di man ah buy chicken and festival
Ah weh you friends mi don?
No one fi stretch a helping hand
Me knock him wid di 21
Ah nuh nothin' technical
Superlative rendition
Ah hell di devil send me from
Dem nuh wicked like ah we
Me grip it properly (pow)
Shot ah kick inna body, him inna agony
Yeah, full clip inna 'Matic, nuh pick inna pocket
Heart cold, Minneapolis
And we nuh act as if (yeah)
Me and mi gyal inna malice, say me a gyallis
Say she never run up inna nothin' like ah dis
So di next plane out she ah hop pon it
Cah dis ah life 'ya she cyaan' bodda wid (but baby)
We stack it from a dollar to a mil' (million)
From e ghetto now we inna Bugatti (vroom)
Every pretty gyal ah look at me (coo deh)
And every man ah look a ting (Jah know)
We stack it from a dollar to a mil' (million)
From e ghetto now we inna Bugatti (top driver)
Every pretty gyal a look at me
And every man ah look a ting
Every pretty gyal a look at me
And every man ah look a ting
Writer(s): Dujohn Edwards, Ridwaan Razak, Tevin Richards
Copyright(s): Lyrics © ELITE EMBASSY
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