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SpeakJamaican.com's top 10 Classic Jamaican Dancehall Ragga-Reggae Songs--
in Jamaican Patois

{A selection of the below songs are included in the newest book with Artist's lyrics, bio's, interviews, and pics.}

HOT GYAL TODAY (1999)

By SEAN PAUL and MR. VEGAS (MR. Vegas in bold)

Seana PaulMr. Vegas

LISTEN TO THIS SONG NOW!

Hey me and yu kyann guh nuh weh yu know
Shut up yu moooout
A my gyal dat my yute
My boo
Yow, a whappen to yuh?
Seana Paul and Mistah Vegas again
dutty yo
Trilalalalalala boomboom shi laay
I an I buck a hot gyal today
lalalalalala boomboom shi lau
I an I man haffi get di gyal yaah
Well, competition haffi gwaan ca’ me fus
Sight da gyal yah - Jah know seh a war bus’
between Seana Paul and Mistah Vegus
A which one a pour di coffee dung in har t'ermos?
Mi haffi get da gyal yah now
man a gyow yuh deh gyow
Shi leggo har numbah pon mi
would be di wrong numbah yow
Mi beg har for a date
An den shi kill yu wid di "No"
Seh dutty still know man a nuh bait, a man nuh ole poppyshow
Becau mi haffi mek a try
Haffi get a bly
Getti neegle eye


I an I naah guh romp wit nuh guy
Or mi haffi mek a cruise inna mi rubbah shoes
gal a get bruise
Seana Paul win an Vegas a lose
Shilalalalalala boomboom shi laay
I an I buck a hot gyal today
lalalalalala boomboom shi lau
I an I man haffi get di gyal yaah
An mi alone have di key to har apartment
Shi only waan use Vegas fi pay rent
Shi seh shi love mi body scent an mi accent
Shi nuh waan nuh likkle bwoy wheh jooks wid him parents
But nuh see how mi have di gyal wee-ee-eak?
Ooman want a man wheh can dwee-ee-eet
Shi want di lovin right trou di wee-ee-eek
An shi nuh waan nuh man wheh love slee-ee-eep
Could yu be tellin mi dat I-man is a punk
when seven days a di week nuh an yu stop from get junk?
Well I-man bun up di chronic—a di highest grade skunk
an charge up mi body cau Jah know mi naah flunk. Ay!

 

More of SEAN PAUL

DEPORT DEM (1999)

LISSEN NOW YO!

Dutty Yo!!!
K. Licious (?)
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Dutty Yo!
Yo yo yo yo!
Sean Paul a mek di whole world know

Chorus:
From a gal nuh up to date wi deport dem
Can’t keep up wit di trends wi report dem
If a nuh di modeling type wi nuh court dem
But if a di big beauty queen wi support dem

Again wi nuh sorry, a dutty wuk di gal dem ina every territory
But wi hafi start keep dem ina category
Mandatory alla mi gal dem hafi fit, dem hafi ready
Can’t keep up wit di trend man a lef it
Bad man nuh sorry cause wi done hit di cherry
Done legendary nuff gal wah fi marry
One ting wi hafi tell dem necessary
Big-up unu self if unu got it

Chorus 2x

 

Yo, perform honorary
Wuk ina di gal dem mek dem feel well merry
Not imaginary nuff a dem a seh mi very sexy
Dem well wah Dutty come burry
But wi hafi tell dem one ting customary
Keep it tight just like di military
And mek sure yuh tight extra-ordinary
Three, four, five gal ina mi contrary
Now maintain hype yah Kerry

Chorus 2x

Unu listen to di words wah Sean Paul a him a chat
And big-up unu self if unu deh pon di top
Unu chat, unu stop, yuh get because yuh fat
And dutty cup yute dem never a want dat
Dem big, wi tell dem leave ya
Cause wi nuh wahn nuh grate up wit alligator
Wi talk straight, gal hafi shape
And when dem walk pon di road dem hafi cause man headache

Chorus

Girls Dem Sugar(1998)

Beenie Man

LISSEN YAHSO

Intro:
It's a very large one
Just another one
Just another

Chorus:
Welcome the girls dem sugar
The girls dem need this nigga, yah
Welcome the girls dem sugar
The girls dem need this nigga, yah
Welcome the girls dem sugar
The girls dem need this nigga, yah
Welcome the girls dem sugar
The girls dem need this nigga

Verse 1:
Excuse me baby but I really just have to tell you this
Its been a while
I'm admiring yuh tenderness
Yuh coca-cola bottle shape and all yuh cherry lips
An yuh alone mi waan fi hug up love up and then me kiss
I'm just addicted to yuh an dats why me never hitch
I want to show yuh I'm a man that's very romantic
Nuh think a through me see yuh now
And yuh mi want fi skip
De gal dem a sing this
But hear me click

Chorus

Verse 2:
One cup a water anna three sour lime
You a John Mind and me a Joe Grind
You give her di money and mi kill her with di wind
When yuh dey a work she de pon yuh mind
But she dey a Shocking Vibes gate a day time (stop!)
Gal a write mi an call mi anna tell me dat
Mi bredda Fabian just hit the jackpot
But through the style and the pattern an the ways mi got
A bare young gal attack (and dem a sing)

Chorus

Verse 3:
Gal a tell dem nuh business a who
Dem want a man from the Roses Crew
Gal all a tell me dem no response fi Sue
But you want a man from the Sunrise Crew
But from a God bless
Gal tell dem nuh test
Yuh have your own man
Gal big up your chest
Some waiting and cyaan exhale yet
But mi girl no bother fret (and dem a sing)

Chorus

Verse 4:
Excuse me baby but I really just have to tell you this
Its been a while
I'm admiring yuh tenderness
Yuh coca-cola bottle shape and all yuh cherry lips
An yuh alone mi waan fi
Hug up love up and then me kiss
I want to show yuh I'm a man that's very romantic
An you a choosy girl
That's why me never hitch
Yuh no think a through me see yuh now
And yuh mi want fi skip
Mi girl dem a sing this (Sing say)

Chorus

Outro:
Dedicate to all my brotha
Who know dem hardcore nigga
Hand up inna di air
Yuh love Suezette and Paula
Man a baboon
So di girl dem holler

Chorus

 

Tight Up Skirt(1997)

Red Rat

The Rat!

LISTEN NOW!

Intro:
Look pon di gal dem deh
Me no owe dem no intro
Cause a so she a gwaan (yo!)

Cho:
Hey u girl inna de tight up skirt
Yuh make mi head swell til mi blood vessel burst
Hey you girl inna di tight up shorts
Yuh speed up ten more beats to mi heart
Hey you girl inna di tight up blouse
Everytime you pass me, yuh get me aroused
Hey you girl inna di jeans (Look pon dat gal deh)
See what me mean

When me go Cactus, Me cyann enjoy meself
Me unconsciousi eye dem pop out a me head
Cause me nuh stop lust
Gyal u come fust
Man no stop lust (hey, hey)
So why dat haffi print out
mi haffi hide inna me car whey tint out (Jesum)
All de while deh
Yuh make de whole a Main Street Crew go crazy (Gawd damn, eh)
Yuh hot like de sun and cyaan done
Every man see yuh well waan fi have fun
Well
To how u look sweet...it hard fi mi do it
But mi haffi gi mi girlfriend bun
Ooohhh Noooo, Ooohhh Nooo (Hey Hey)

Cho:

 

Unoo a mad we
In de latest Moshcino dress
Tight up on yuh chest
An yuh body a grab me
In yuh mini skirt and Versace skirt
man brains a hurt
And girlfriend trust mi
Anytime yuh pass in yuh C.K.glass
yuh a mash up mi rod
Every Tuesday night
Nuff man a fight
Cyaan sleep a night
An mi feel yu a do it fi spite

Cho:

Everywhere u go man surround yuh (Surround yuh)
Inna pure lyrics dem drown yuh (Drown yuh)
Like di queen of England dem crown yuh (Crown yuh)
And when yuh walk pon di road
De play car man sound yuh
Geezum
Gal u hot eee
Oh no
Gal u sweet

 

 

Everton Blender (1999)

Ghetto People Song

Everton Blender  

PLAY DI TUNE

Ghetto people song only them can sing this one

Higher, higher, higher, we stepping higher
Higher, higher, higher, higher, we stepping higher

It's a ghetto people song, only them can sing this one
It's a song for the poor who's facing sufferation
It's a ghetto people song, only them can sing this one
It's a song for the poor who's facing sufferation

Followers, followers of downpression
Why do you only terrorize the poor
Diluting the fact they are human
Who one day will not take it any more, woh

Take it from your brother Everton Blender
Now is the time for you to get stronger
Wise up, wise up and temper your hunger

It's a ghetto people song, only them can sing this one
It's a song for the poor who's facing sufferation
It's a ghetto people song, only them can sing this one
It's a song for the poor who is facing tribulation

Give a little, even a little
Just make it trickle, know who you give to
I'm talking to you mister fortunate one, hey yeah
Do it in a hurry or you will be sorry
Others burden we must help to carry
Ababajani make everyone, hey yeah

Ghetto people song, only them can sing this one
It's a song for the poor who's facing sufferation
It's a ghetto people song, only them can sing this one
It's a song for the poor who's facing sufferation

Foul snell in the air, bigger heads don't care
Child become sick, the doctor fee too dear
No school in the hoods no playground like they should
A battlefield and it don't look good
Vision of peace seems out of reach
Only Jah can end the misery, woh yeah

Ghetto people song, only them can sing this one
It's a song for the poor who's facing sufferation
Ghetto people song, only them can sing this one
It's a song for the poor who's facing sufferation

Ghetto people, you try to reach the top
Whether you get the help from mister big or not, yeah
So it's a ghetto people song, only them can sing this one

 

FRISCO KID (1997)

RUBBERS

PUT IT ON

Intro:
I wonder more and more
If prevention is better than secure, (woa naah)
I want to see that girl next door
But mek sure I have dem in store (check it)

Chorus:
Mi want a jook offa Jacqualine
But mi haffi draw for my rubbers, for my rubbers
Sex nice but the AIDS ting
Wi mek yuh die like flowers, die out like flowers

Repeat

Verse 1:
When mi stop an mi look inna mi crystal ball
Mi get fi find out say, no man a nuh wall
An most pretty gal yuh caan trust dem at all, at all, at all, at all (hey)
Yuh find a young girl an through she small
Yuh think say she naw *gi yuh burn* (cheating on) with Paul
But if yuh ever hear how much name a call, a call, a call, a call (hey)
She have Peter mark and she dey with Saul
She even have a married man over Whitehall
So mek sure when yuh in love yuh nuh fall, nuh fall, nuh fall (mi brethren)

Chorus

 

Verse 2:
Mi si dung an mi check inna di system
An mi decide say mi naah be nuh victim
Nobaddi naah gimmi nutten whey nuh have no cure
A rather ride no more
No rubbers no ride yaah mi sistren
Safe sex a whey mi strongly believe in
An mi naah tek no check so mi makin sure
Mi have codoms galore

Chorus

Verse 3:
Rain a fall and mi temperature rise
Jackie say fi check har, she up a Miss Joyce
Busy mi get busy cause mi well want a slice
Haffi make haste cause the slam dey pon ice
Reach up a Jackie but mi start check wise
Pure bumpy bumpy deh pon Jackie eyes
Pure blister blister deh pon Jackie thighs
It look like she have suppen under disguise

Chorus

 

TANYA STEPHANS (1997)

YU NUH READY FI DIS YET {BWOY}!

Ms. Feminine Independence!

READY FI DIS?

Intro:
Oi Mr Mention
Ask Yuhself this question
Unno say unno a don man
An a unno run the program, the program
But...

Verse 1:
Have yuh ever stop to think wha mek a gal cheat
Yuh need fi check yuhself before yuh start kiss yuh teeth
Caw yuh nuh ready fi this yet bwoy
Have yuh ever wonder what mek a girl cum
A woman fus fi satisfy before yuhsay yuh done
Yuh caan say a thing if yuh end up a get bun
Caw yuh nuh ready fi this yet bwoy

Verse 2:
Mi hear a little fool a say a him rule the world
How hima bounce Kerry and a sleep over Merle
Get yuh act together fore yuh find another girl
Caw yuh nuh ready fi this yet bwoy

 

Di yuh even realise say woman have mood
Yuh haffi know fi handle it when gal a gwaan rude
Dats why another man a eat whole heap a unno food
Caw unno nuh ready fi
Unno nuh ready fi this yet bwoy

Verse 3:
Most a unno full of, full of pure self praise
Hot fire dey yah but the wood naw blaze
God haffi work a miracle fi mek the dead raise
Round dem up and lock dem up di days

Verse 4:
Man a kick back say him naah watch no face
While him woman a relax pon another man base
To how it look yah now is like him soon get replace
Him say badman nuh worry bout no petty case
So him write him name another man come erase
Dem call him Mr. Hurry cause him ever inna haste
Sometime gal haffi wonder if him did a get a chase
Him a sleep watch she a gaze inna space

BOUNTY KILLA (1999)

LOOK

Look into his eyes...

PLAY SONG NOW

People A Dead That's What I Said The Crime Must Be Led The Hungry Must Be
Fed Hey Yo Galore I'm Looking Through All This Fear Over The Years Hey Yo
Nobody Cares Take A Look In My House Would You Live In There Huh Hey Yo
Galore Look At My Shoes Can You See My Toes Well That's How The Struggle
Goes Nobody Knows.

Chorus

Look into my eyes, tell me what you see?
Can you feel my pain? am I your enemy?
Give us a better way, things are really bad,
The only friend I know is this gun I have.
Listen to my voice, this is not a threat
Now you see the nine are you worried yet?
You've been talking 'bout' you want the war to cease
But when you show us hope, we will show you peace.

Verse 1

Look into my mind, can you see the wealth?
Can you tell that I want to help myself?
But if it happen that I stick you for your ring
Don't be mad at me it's a survival ting.
Look into my heart, I can feel your fear
Take another look can you hold my stare?
Why are you afraid of my hungry face?
Or is it this thing bulging in my waist?

Chorus

 

Verse 2

Look into my life, can you see my kids?
Let me ask you this,do you know what hungry is?
Well in this part of town, survival is my will
For you to stay alive you've got to rob and kill.
Look into my house would you live in there?
Look me in the eyes and tell me that you care,
Well I've made up my mind to end up in the morgue
Right now I'd rather die, cause man a live like dog.

Look down on my shoes, can you see my toes?
The struggle that we live nobody really knows
Stop and ask yourself, would you live like that?
and if you had to then, wouldn't you bus gun shot?
Look into the schools, tell me how you feel?
You want the kids to learn without a proper meal
Den what you have in place to keep them out of wrong?
If they drop out of school dem a go bus dem gun.

Chorus

CAPLETON (2000)

WHO DEM? (SLEW DEM)

Rastaman and Bobo Dread

PLAY

slew dem a pure feelings dem a carry
dem dun bow aready
and dem cyan seh dem sorry yah
slew dem a pure feelings dem a carry
uno whan do dem somthing fi me again
well yo a yo it name
who dem a could a wha dat dem a try
dem go dis king selassie watch di whole a dem die yaw
who dem mi go see dem wit dem spell
dem diss emmanuel and dem soul gon a hell yaw
who dem a could a who dem wha cuss
dem diss marcuss a now dem a bite di dust yaw
who dem an mi go tell dem fi splurt
tell dem dem cyan diss mama earth

 

You nuh dead man dem
duppy man dem
mi nuh ina nuttin wid dem
di fire fi bun dem
dem dun con dem
a pure dead man dem
dem dun nuh like an mi dun nuh like dem
tell dem seh mi nah keep nuh funny man friend
tell dem seh mi nah keep nuh sodamite friend
nah guh stoop low mi trod di raggy road dem
thas why yaw yaw di bredda con dem

who dem a could a wha dat dem a try
dem diss king selassie watch di whole a dem die yaw
who dem an mi go see dem wid dem spell
dem diss emmanuel an dem soul gon a hell yaw
who dem ah could a who dem wan cuss
dem diss marcus an now dem a bite di dust yaw
who dem an mi go tell dem fi splurt
tell dem dem cyan diss mama earth

SIZZLA (1997)

PRAISE YE JAH

Bobo Dread

PLAY SONG

I did behold
Until the proud was casted down yah
'Ave di ancient of days is
King Haile Selassie I Jah!
You know
With his garments as white as snow
His hair as pure as wool
Praise ye Jah (Hail di emperor)
Hail di emperor-or-or
Our king of kings
To a fullness
'Ave to express
Jah Jah that I always keep
Praise ye Jah (Hail di emperor)
Hail di emperor-or-or-or
King of kings
To a fullness
'Ave to express
Jah that always been (unu sing)
Jah Rastafari
We a praise
Hail King Selassie always (Oh yes!)

Verse 1:
Just like Ashumba
I am naw gon turn an recant
Another in Selassie I name
A no Malcolm X an
Martin Luther dis
An Sizzla whey come fi trick
Alla yuh tricks
I see Bob Marley rise
An unu kill de prophet
Why yuh don't
Kill those
Standing on yuh pulpits (No!)
You use dem to steer di minds of di yout
An as dey preach
Di yout cease from knowin di truth (But)
Dis is the truth above our circumstances
I see how yuh constantly
Building churches
But while yuh church
Defend di slackness as usual
Rasta no mix up with homo
Praise ye Jah (Hail di emperor)
Hail di emperor-or-or
Our King of kings 		To a fullness
'Ave to express
Jah that always been
Praise ye Jah (Hail di emperor)
Hail di emperor-ore-ore-ore
King of kings
To a fullness
'Ave to express
Jah Jah that a always been (Ooh hoo) Verse 2:
Jesus and his disciples
Dey are Black
An so were di
Ancient of days
Aye! Sizzla say dat
De truth is real
Make it known to boys and girl
Just makes yuh brain
For a time dem your worst
Well now talk bout Jesus
A who dat
I know him as the Nazerite
The offspring of King David (Selassie I)

Now come den Selassie I di other
Earth's rightful ruler
He's from di same line
Praise ye Jah (Hail di emperor)
Hail di emperor-ore-ore-ore
King of kings
To a fullness
'Ave to express
Jah that always been
Praise ye Jah
Hail di emperor
Selassie I king of peace
To a fullness
'Ave to express
Jah that all within

Verse 3:
Ay! you no see dem a ting dat from di Bible
Tink I no know you're amongst those who instigate slavery against my people (Yeh!)
Only quote a few psalms so dat you could have to come we.
We have a knowledge you know, we done perceive (Woy!)
From start to finish
I have to outline de fact
Is not Sunday
Is Saturday we fi hold de Sabbath
Praise ye Jah (Hail di emperor)
Hail de emperor
Selassie I a king of kings
To a fullness
'Ave to express
Jah that I always been
Praise ye Jah (Hail di emperor)
Hail di emperor-ore-ore-ore
King of kings
To a fullness
'Ave to express
Jah that I always been

 

The Remaining songs are close replacements for the top 10 listings and are among the best songs ever to come out of JAMAICA.

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-Below are canditates for the top 10 dancehall classics of all time-

Barrington Levy (1993)

Murderer

Shabba Ranks (1995)

Caan Dunn

Sister Nancy (1993)

Bam Bam

Buju Banton (1993)

Boom Bye Bye

Frisco Kid (1998)

Bashment Time

Barrington Levy (1990)

Here I Come (Broader Than Broadway)

Luciano (1999)

Sweep Over My Soul

NUMBER ONE OLD-TIME CLASSIC HITS:

(1982) EEK A MOUSE

GANJA SMUGGLING

(1982) EEK A MOUSE

WA DO DEM?

 

(1982) Gregory Isaascs

NIGHT NURSE

(1976) Lee Sratch Perry with Max Romeo

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