Naâman - Skanking Shoes Lyrics

How you seh, gen'? We haffi come down again
Have you got skanking shoes mi friend? Waa ha
That's the way we come a road, hey Fatbabs, sound, go

I need a club, I need a vibe
I need a mic inna mi hand
I need a crazy selecta so ruffa than dem
A dirty dancehall, tell dem again
Inna di morning, yes, fi warm up mi body when Kingston is burning
Need a really smelly spliff
Because me nah sing without mi weed
Need a meditation time, high grade give the spin

Rum inna mi bottle and me like it with nothing
What 'bout me shoes, man? Serious thing
Let's see what kinda shoes you got inna the likkle corner shop
Roots rocker rock, steady ska and one drop
Feel how it move up your feet pon the ground
We need a good not a swagga one
There is no reason for the bad dressed feet to jump up
So never let a scammer do the job
If you dress it up, haffi dress it up nicer
Rude boy

Skanking, go dash away yuh boot
Man, we skanking, spoil up your foot
Just skanking, put on your skanking shoes
We deh yah now
Skanking, go dash away yuh boot
Man, we skanking, spoil up your foot
Just skanking, put on your skanking shoes, yeah

I was a yute, a pickney, practicing the beat killing
Wheeeling the vinyl, spinning ragga magazine when sickness came over me
Oh, what a fever, sickness came over me (oh, what a fever)
With no doubt today get hold of mi destiny
Mix up the dance of mi job, it's my favorite
I like to do it cool, juicy in July
Naâman can be sweet if you nice up mi mood and mi body
So mi shoes me depend on fi skank it all night long
Quality prevails that's mi deep-rooted position
Naâman top ranking, smooth feet a skank it
Real cobbler, yes, your foot haffi love it and
Skanking shoes Deep Rockers
Official skanking shoes seller
Skanking shoes, my brothers
Hey, rude boy

Skanking, go dash away yuh boot
Man, we skanking, spoil up your foot
Just skanking, put on your skanking shoes (that's what we do, now)
Skanking, go dash away yuh boot
Man, skanking, spoil up your foot
Just skanking, put on your skanking shoes, yeah

I need a club, I need a vibe
I need a mic inna mi hand
I need a crazy selecta so ruffa than dem
A dirty dancehall, tell dem again
Inna di morning, yes, fi warm up mi body when Paris is burning
Need a really smelly spliff
Because me nah sing without mi weed
Need a meditation time, high grade give a spin

Rum inna mi bottle and me like it with nothing
What 'bout me shoes, man? Serious thing, Lawd
Let's see what kinda shoes you got inna the likkle likkle shop
Roots rocker rock, steady ska and one drop
Feel how it move up your feet pon the ground
We need a good not a swagga one
There is no reason for the bad dressed feet to jump up (jump up)
So never let a scammer do the job
If you dress it up, man, dress it up nicer

Skanking, go dash away yuh boot
Man, we skanking, spoil up your foot
Just skanking, put on your skanking shoes
Skanking, go dash away yuh boot
Man, skanking, spoil up your foot
Just skanking, put on your skanking shoes