Breadman - Stylo G, Junior Reid

Got to get this bread

Got to get this money

Got to get this paper

Ain’t nothing funny

Grinding in these streets

You know am always on it

Just like the bees

Got to make its honey

They call me the breadman, the breadman

They call me the breadman, the breadman

They call me the breadman, the breadman

Ride around in a bread van, a bread van

Bread, bread

Me wah my slice a di rassclaat bread

Bread, bread

Put gunshot in a rassclaat head

Bread, bread

Anybody move a go rassclaat dead

Bread bread, anywhere man come fi di rassclaat bread

Bread bread, you nuh hear poor people a outter

Some man say dem wah fi dem breat toast

And some man say dem wah bread with butter

Me bread haffi bruk fi me bredren, me bredda

Whole heap a bread haffi bruk fi me better

Me and me bredda whatever the weather

Me go fi the chedder wid Stephen McGregor

Dem call me the baker

Bread a wrap up inna paper

Bread, whole heap a bread haffi greater

So all a me fren dem a foriegn

Gwan big up Jamaica

Bring me the paper

Bread a go build me skyscraper

It ago buy up the acres

Me smile the vapour

Tell them a bread we a waitf fah

Bread, bread, call me, call me the breadman

Bread bread, Junior Reid bring the bread van

Brad bread, whole heap a bread man a pick up

When man come fi di bread Make sure me nuh waah see no boy face

Got to get this bread

Got to get this money

Got to get this paper

Ain’t nothing funny

Grinding in these streets

You know am always on it

Just like the bees

Got to make its honey

They call me the breadman, the breadman

They call me the breadman, the breadman

They call me the breadman, the breadman

Ride around in a bread van, a bread van

Bread, no bread nah run so no man nah smoke

Tell politician no bread nah run

So this year we nah vote

Bread, a it ago buy we the house pon the hill and the fas boat

When man come fi di bread man nah joke

Bread bread, me wah my bread when it slice up

Me bruk piece and gi me fren

Me uncle say him like when fi him knife cut

We rasta fren dem weh love the one word

And say dem wah fi dem bread righteous

Dem say who invite us

The place get empty like a night bus

Gimi gimi bread every minute every hour

Me hand dem need them like me a make flour

Bread bring success, equal power

The windmill a make that need like flour

Harddoah bread fi me dogs dem

Me don’t even care if dem lumpy, lumpy

When me see the bread we ago hunt it

Every man face screw like bounty

Got to get this bread

Got to get this money

Got to get this paper

Ain’t nothing funny

Grinding in these streets

You know am always on it

Just like the bees

Got to make its honey

They call me the breadman, the breadman

They call me the breadman, the breadman

They call me the breadman, the breadman

Ride around in a bread van, a bread van