Ras Trent Lyrics

Lonely Island Ras Trent

JAH!
Rastafarianism.
Yes, I, Ras Trent.make
Badda ding ding ding woah.
Who dem?
You no want test, me champion sound.
Oh fire pon Babylon.
And fire pon a batty boy.
Rude boy living in the shanty dorms.
My roommate, Nick, is an ignorant ballhead.
Now chant down Babylon, mid-term essays.
Then puff from de chalice I fi make from a Sprite can.
Last week I read a book about Selassi, I then told my bombaclot parents I was switching religions.
Excuse I!
Oh, hot-stepper, you do so many dutty crimes.
Nyahbingi!
And plus your fully sky-larking all the time.
Udolookyadow!
Have you ever noticed how baldheads suck?
Ba-da-da ding-ding-ding-ding
dong-dang ding-dong duck!
Excuse I for my skanking
give thanks and praise
Me toil part-time
at jah Cold Stone Creamery
In a dub style!
Roller skates...a DVD of Cool Runnings...Murder, She Wrote
Yagga-yagga-yagga yowwww!
Are you there Jah? It's me, Ras Trent
Are you there Jah? It's me, Ras Trent
Are you there Jah? It's me, Ras Trent
Please guide me pon your bike path of righteousness
Oh stannaho, stannaho, stannaho, stannahoy Jaaaah!
Fussing and fighting and Zion and Roots
Red Stripe, Shabba, Ragamuffin and culture
Me night nurse never want to plant de corn
Skiddily-whoa
Diddily, skiddily diddily diddily...