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Admiral Bailey – No Way No Better Than Yard
Now this one dedicated to me brethren Josey Wales
Who can’t get stale
Ooh yeah
Don’t feel no way
Old time something come back again
Go ’round the bend
Me say go tell your friend
When me check it out, Lord
No way no better than yard
Dreadlocks!
When me check it out, Lord
No way no better than yard
Booda-bye, booda-bye
Because up inna the hills a weh me stream so cool
The janga and the mullet just a swim inna the pool
Three sheep, goat and two black ram
Acres of banana, acres of yam
When me check it out, Lord
No way no better than yard
Booda-bye, booda-bye, booda-bye, booda-bye
When me check it out, Lord
No way no better than yard
Dreadlocks
Cah me no like and me no like and me no like
Me no like and me no like and me no like
Yes, me no like weh a gwaan down a South Africa
This one’s straight to President Botha
I don’t know mek him no waan free up Mandela
The black people can tek it no longer
That’s why I-man ah run lef’ Jamaica
Cah dem deh same thing it couldn’t gwaan on yah
When me check it out, Lord
No way no better than yard
Follow me, massive!
Me check it out, Lord
No way no better than yard
Come again!
Up inna the hills a weh the stream so cool
The janga and the mullet just a swim inna the pool
Three sheep, goat and two black ram
Acres of banana, acres of yam
When me check it out, Lord
No way no better than yard
Dreadlocks
When me check it out, Lord
No way no better than yard
Lord!
Well, a two shot fire, deh some a the time
But nothing like down a Palestine
Some people say, “No money no deh yah”
But I-man nah run lef’ Jamaica!
Listen Mr. Bailey a chat up him culture
Inna the dance and me nah gwaan vulgar
When me check it out, Lord
No way no better than yard
Booda-bye, booda-bye, booda-bye, booda-bye
When me check it out, Lord
No way no better than yard
Dreadlocks
Cah me no like and me no like and me no like
Natty dreadlocks me no like and me no like and me no like
Me no like and me no like and me no like, wha’ gwaan
Like and me no like and me no like
Yes, me no like weh a gwaan down a South Africa
This one straight to President Botha
I want him free up Mandela!
Because the black people can tek it no longer
That’s why I-man nah lef’ Jamaica
When me check it out, Lord
No way no better than yard
Booda-bye, booda-bye
When me check it out, Lord
No way no better than yard
Dreadlocks
Cornwall, Middlesex, down to Surrey
And everybody fi listen to we
From Waterhouse down to Cockburn Pen
Go ’round the bend and go tell your friend
