Skanking Shoes

Oh yes iddren, we affi come down again

Have you got skanking shoes, my friend?

Why? That's the way we come up road, ay Fatbabs, oh

I need a club, I need a vibe, I need a mic in'a me hand

I need a crazy selecta, so ruffa den dem'a

A dirty dancehall, tell dem again in'a the morning

Yes, me warm up me body when Kingston is burning

Need a really smelly spliff, because me nah sing without me weed

Need a meditation time, high-grade be the spin

Rum in my bottle and me like it wit nuttin'

What 'bout me shoes, man, serious ting like

Let's see what kinda shoes they got in a little corner shop

Roots rock'a steady style in one drop

Feel how it move up yo feet from the ground

We need a goon, 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, 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

Feeling the vibe and spilling like a magazine

When sickness came over me, oh what a fever

Sickness came over me (oh what a fever!)

With no doubt, today, it's ruling my destiny

Mix up the dance of me job, it's my favorite

I like to do it cool, this a gang jury

Naâman can be sweet if you nice up me mood and me body

So me shoes, me depend on if you skanky, 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, oh

Skanking shoes, Deep Rockers

Official skanking shoes seller

Skanking shoes, my brothers, ay 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 in'a me hand

I need a crazy selecta, so ruffa den dem'a

A dirty dancehall, tell dem again in'a the morning

Yes, me warm up me body when Paris is burning

Need a really smelly spliff, because me nah sing without me weed

Need a meditation time, high-grade be the spin

Rum in my bottle and me like it wit nuttin'

What 'bout me shoes, man, serious ting like

Let's see what kinda shoes they got in a little corner shop

Roots rock'a steady style in one drop

Feel how it move up yo feet from the ground

We need a goon, 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, mon 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, mon skanking

Spoil up your foot, just skanking

Put on your skanking shoes