Skanking Shoes

Oh, yes iddren we affi come down again
 Have you got skanking shoes me friend, waa ha
 That's the way we come a road hey Fatbabs!
 I need a club, I need a vibe
 I need a mic ina me hand
 I need a crazy selecta so ruffa than dem
 A dirty dancehall tell dem again
 Ina the morning yes fi warm up me body when kingston is burning
 I need a really smelly spliff
 Because me nah sing without me weed
 I need a meditation time high grade give the spin
 Rum in my bottle and me like it with nothing
 What's about me shoes man serious thing
 Let's see what kind a shoes they got ina the little corner shop
 Roots rocker rock steady ska and one drop
 Feel how it moves 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 man affi dress it up nicer
 Hey rude boy!
 Skanking, dash away your boots man we skanking
 Spoil up your foot just skanking, put on your skanking shoes
 Skanking, dash away your boots man we skanking
 Spoil up your foot just skanking, put on your skanking shoes, yeah
 I was a youth, a pickney, practicing the beat killing
 Pilling the vinyl pilling ragga magazine when sickness came over me
 Oh what a fever, sickness came over me (oh what a fever!)
 With no doubt today it rules me destiny
 Mix up the dance of me job it's my favorite
 I like to do it cool, juicy in July
 Naâman can be sweet if you nice up me mood and me body
 So me shoes me depend on fi skank it all night long
 Quality prevails that's me deep rooted position
 Naâman top ranking smooth feet a skank it
 Real cobbler yes your foot affi love it and
 Skanking shoes Deep Rockers
 Official skanking shoes seller
 Skanking shoes my brothers
 Hey rude boy!
 Skanking, dash away your boots man we skanking
 Spoil up your foot just skanking
 Put on your skanking shoes (that's what we do now)
 Skanking, dash away your boots man we 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 ina me hand
 I need a crazy selecta so ruffa than dem
 A dirty dancehall tell dem again
 Ina the morning yes fi warm up me body when Paris is burning
 I need a really smelly spliff
 Because me nah sing without me weed
 I need a meditation time high grade give the spin
 Rum in my bottle and me like it with nothing
 What's about me shoes man serious thing
 Let's see what kind a shoes they got ina the little corner shop
 Roots rocker rock steady ska and one drop
 Feel how it moves 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 man affi dress it up nicer
 Skanking, dash away your boots man we skanking
 Spoil up your foot just skanking, put on your skanking shoes
 Skanking, dash away your boots man we skanking
 Spoil up your foot just skanking, put on your skanking shoes