Skanking Shoes - Naâman

Oh yes iddren we affi come down again

Have you got skanking shoes me friend

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

ting

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

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

ting

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