Supa mana Green Cross say we badda than the rest Musically Digitally lyrically cian't test
A sound boy come dis him end up inna wood case Trouble the queen and the trigger get press
You stress boy you're just a big disgrace
Uno better stop with your reh reh said you rule the business
Just let supa mana play cah we no have no time fe waist
Big chune a drop a so we mash up the place
No sound boy can endure it, pack up your old dub basket
And if a lickl fool try a thing we kick dem foot and broke dem hands and clip dem wingz Coming so straight see the boy them afraid
They make a try to laugh with us but we nah beg no friend
Dropping musical boomshell until the whole a dem dead
Diss up supa Mana boy ya end up ina hell
No escape no way no you can find no shelter
You can keep on pray cah even god nah go help ya
A the Mic alchemist they call me dibbi sound hunter
Can level up the vibes but you will always stay under.
Under pressure you feel under pressure
Under pressure you are feeling under pressure
Realize you won't get no future
Beat down drumpan sound yes itta me pleasure
No sound boy can endure it, pack up your old dub basket
And if a lickl fool try a thing we kick dem foot and broke dem hands and clip dem wingz No sound boy can endure it, pack up your old dub basket
And if a lickl fool try a thing we kick dem foot and broke dem hands and clip dem wingz Deh pon the win when a clash im not the looser
And we nah really care how much dubplates ya go use now
Bare bag a money spent it nah go work boy you know
You just flop and get boo ah dat me affi tel uno
Can't dis the brigante we are the riddim riders
Big up tenor bones the bare lyrics writter
You're dead lickl boy it coming official now
Just Look upon the crowd cah dem a tell you bye bye
No sound boy can endure it, pack up your old dub basket
And if a lickl fool try a thing we kick dem foot and broke dem hands and clip dem wingz No sound boy can endure it, pack up your old dub basket
And if a lickl fool try a thing we kick dem foot and broke dem hands and clip dem wingz
CHEER UP Video (MV)
Performed By: SUPA MANA
Language: English
Written by: Simon LAFOURCADE, Sophie LANTOING, Thibault DESOUCHES
SUPA MANA - CHEER UP Lyrics
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Supa mana Green Cross say we badda than the rest Musically Digitally lyrically cian't test
A sound boy come dis him end up inna wood case Trouble the queen and the trigger get press
You stress boy you're just a big disgrace
Uno better stop with your reh reh said you rule the business
Just let supa mana play cah we no have no time fe waist
Big chune a drop a so we mash up the place
No sound boy can endure it, pack up your old dub basket
And if a lickl fool try a thing we kick dem foot and broke dem hands and clip dem wingz Coming so straight see the boy them afraid
They make a try to laugh with us but we nah beg no friend
Dropping musical boomshell until the whole a dem dead
Diss up supa Mana boy ya end up ina hell
No escape no way no you can find no shelter
You can keep on pray cah even god nah go help ya
A the Mic alchemist they call me dibbi sound hunter
Can level up the vibes but you will always stay under.
Under pressure you feel under pressure
Under pressure you are feeling under pressure
Realize you won't get no future
Beat down drumpan sound yes itta me pleasure
No sound boy can endure it, pack up your old dub basket
And if a lickl fool try a thing we kick dem foot and broke dem hands and clip dem wingz No sound boy can endure it, pack up your old dub basket
And if a lickl fool try a thing we kick dem foot and broke dem hands and clip dem wingz Deh pon the win when a clash im not the looser
And we nah really care how much dubplates ya go use now
Bare bag a money spent it nah go work boy you know
You just flop and get boo ah dat me affi tel uno
Can't dis the brigante we are the riddim riders
Big up tenor bones the bare lyrics writter
You're dead lickl boy it coming official now
Just Look upon the crowd cah dem a tell you bye bye
No sound boy can endure it, pack up your old dub basket
And if a lickl fool try a thing we kick dem foot and broke dem hands and clip dem wingz No sound boy can endure it, pack up your old dub basket
And if a lickl fool try a thing we kick dem foot and broke dem hands and clip dem wingz
A sound boy come dis him end up inna wood case Trouble the queen and the trigger get press
You stress boy you're just a big disgrace
Uno better stop with your reh reh said you rule the business
Just let supa mana play cah we no have no time fe waist
Big chune a drop a so we mash up the place
No sound boy can endure it, pack up your old dub basket
And if a lickl fool try a thing we kick dem foot and broke dem hands and clip dem wingz Coming so straight see the boy them afraid
They make a try to laugh with us but we nah beg no friend
Dropping musical boomshell until the whole a dem dead
Diss up supa Mana boy ya end up ina hell
No escape no way no you can find no shelter
You can keep on pray cah even god nah go help ya
A the Mic alchemist they call me dibbi sound hunter
Can level up the vibes but you will always stay under.
Under pressure you feel under pressure
Under pressure you are feeling under pressure
Realize you won't get no future
Beat down drumpan sound yes itta me pleasure
No sound boy can endure it, pack up your old dub basket
And if a lickl fool try a thing we kick dem foot and broke dem hands and clip dem wingz No sound boy can endure it, pack up your old dub basket
And if a lickl fool try a thing we kick dem foot and broke dem hands and clip dem wingz Deh pon the win when a clash im not the looser
And we nah really care how much dubplates ya go use now
Bare bag a money spent it nah go work boy you know
You just flop and get boo ah dat me affi tel uno
Can't dis the brigante we are the riddim riders
Big up tenor bones the bare lyrics writter
You're dead lickl boy it coming official now
Just Look upon the crowd cah dem a tell you bye bye
No sound boy can endure it, pack up your old dub basket
And if a lickl fool try a thing we kick dem foot and broke dem hands and clip dem wingz No sound boy can endure it, pack up your old dub basket
And if a lickl fool try a thing we kick dem foot and broke dem hands and clip dem wingz
Writer: Simon LAFOURCADE, Sophie LANTOING, Thibault DESOUCHES
Copyright: Lyrics © ESSEMBE PUBLISHING, 1988
Copyright: Lyrics © ESSEMBE PUBLISHING, 1988