Pro-Gress

(Yow Ridwaan)

From a dolla' to a mill'

From e ghetto now wi inna Bugatti

Every man a look a ting

Mi run di road like taxi pon di route

Dem lock di avenue, mi cold, Pasadena, Malibu

Yow a wah duh you? Me bold

Man a African fi true

Classic attribute

Mi affi chop di food fi give mi family and mi yute

Di Gad recruit

Di gadgets and di troops like di Nazis and di Jews

Tell di Babylon fi move weh si di katty and refuse

Get di matches and di fuel

Gi dem ashes and di fume

Yeah wi bad beyond di moon

Highest altitude

Mi contribute to prostitute

Christian waah fi have mi ute

Rasta gyal weh have di roots weh power up mi cocky root

A baddaz inna mi room weh interact wid attitude

Mi nuh plan fi lose guh tell dem seh mi have a lot fi prove (Yooo)

From a dolla' to a mill' (Million)

From e ghetto now wi inna Bugatti (Vroom)

Every pretty gyal a look a mi (Cuh' deh)

And every man a look a ting (Jah know)

Cah' wi stack it from a dolla' to a mill' (Million)

From e ghetto now wi inna Bugatti (Vroom)

Every pretty gyal a look a mi

And every man a look a ting

Extraterrestrial

Antichrist, mi well ginnal

Di Gad devise a stealth mission

Mi glad fi rise di Tec', di Cal'

Nuh shot e' like di Remington

Yuh cyaa' deny mi precision

I'm di vilest West Indian, jah know

Look weh mi ketch di man a buy chicken and festival

A weh yuh friends mi Don, no one to stretch a helping hand

Mi knock him wi di 21

Anuh nutt'n technical

Superlative rendition

A hell di devil send mi from

Dem nuh wicked like a wi, mi grip it properly (Pow)

Shot a kick inna body, him inna agony, yeah

Full clip inna 'Matic, nuh pickin' a pocket

Heart cold, Minneapolis and wi nuh act as if

Mi and mi gyal inna malice seh mi a gyalis

Seh she never run up inna nut'n likka dis

Suh di next plane out, she a hop on it

Cah' dis yah life yah she cyaa' badda wid (But baby)

Wi stack it from a dolla' to a mill' (Million)

From e ghetto now wi inna Bugatti (Vroom)

Every pretty gyal a look a mi (Cuh' deh)

And every man a look a ting (Jah know)

Wi stack it from a dolla' to a mill' (Million)

From e ghetto now wi inna Bugatti

Every pretty gyal a look a mi

And every man a look a ting

(Every pretty gyal a look a mi)

(And every man a look a ting)