Demarco Bout Yah song lyrics

Tell dem Morris Code

Tell dem seh we rough a road

Ghetto youth nuff a road

Wi tried a the rough a road

Ghetto youths dem fi rich bout yah, bout yah

Dawg the beas dem fi pitch bout yah, bout yah

Fi mi sneakers fi criss bout yah, bout yah

But wi nah turn no snitch bout yah, bout yah

Wi nah promote no fish bout yah, bout yah

Cause the rifle dem nuh itch bout yah, bout yah

Suh meck mi tell some walawist bout yah, bout yah

Man wi put dem pon the fridge bout yah, bout yah

Real ghetto youths dem nuh fuck round

From yo fumble dawg yo dead in a the first round

Anywhere wi step it haffi shut down

Ghetto youths wi live in a big house up town

From Samacon back to Compound

Only fee a spend nuh waan fi hear nuh gun sound

Big up the real hustlers dem over down town

Mi waan richer than Joe from down sound

Hey, this is a hustling thing

Ghetto youths look wa the hustling bring

Go fi the house nuh bother go fi bling, bling

From Tower Hill, Max Field to cling, cling

Burn up, meck mi tell yuh another something

Nuh man nuh fi a meck a man a pimp him

Ready fi the road start up the engine

Fi meck money that a fi wi inthing