Kingston Town - Reggae Masters

Sipple it down-down, sipple it down-down

It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston town

Some man have no manners, steal and try fi beg a thing

If you no drop no green, a strait of dissing thing

Sun a bun traffic, it’s a slow rhythm

JCF a move rough, them bus' the M16

Some man a drive up and down, them have the latest thing

Machine fit in a them jeans a show off girls and bling

Smell of marijuana round the corner them juggling

One mad man get 'im food straight outta the garbage bin, ey!

Sipple it down-down, sipple it down-down

It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston town

This a the gun land

Blood run cold, blood 'pon the white sand

Concrete a bun put some pads up your chin

Bad Babylon boy them kill a youth and one old woman a chant some

An' while a neck sit a monster the rat-ta-ta-tan-ta

Them dig more grave than rooms up-a Hilton

Small community get wash up by a blood stain

Every weekend same routine with new function

Pusher them count more dead than 9−11 destruction, ey!

Sipple it down-down, sipple it down-down

It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston town

The gyal them pants tight like rubber suit

And a them blouse one tiny something hide up perfect boobs

Them always a smile if you a go pay the I

Them a go play you one trick if you a mama’s boy

It’s a tough man town, there’s no crown and no throne

It a go, lick you down, with a, dancehall soun'

If you a stranger and you drive, make sure you know the route

You don’t wanna get salute by a gun dispute

Sipple it down-down, sipple it down-down

It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston town