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...NAH MEAN... by Damian Marley and Nas
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*from 'Distant Relatives' (2010)*
[Intro]
Am Dm, AmDm
*(Spoken):
AmDm
Tougher than con-crete.
AmDm
Eh bwoy, go labba-juice. Watch ya, check it! Boom!
[Verse 1]
Am (n.c) Am
You nah mean? Mi dip out a whole fourteen, nah mean?
DmAm
And reload man extra magazine, nah mean?
DmAm
And wounded them housing scheme, nah mean?
DmAm
Nuff a dem a move sideway and lean, nah mean?
DmAm
Can't come bout when man deh in, nah mean?
DmAm
We nuh like dem co-lonial regime, nah mean?
DmAm
Ethiopian nuh like Mussoline, nah mean?
DmAm
Mi queen hafi rock and come in, nah mean?
DmAm
And jump pon mi big trampoline, nah mean?
DmAm
And boost up her self-esteem, nah mean?
DmAm
Nuff a wonder how man kitchen so clean, nah mean?
DmAm
And which reci-pe dat a steam, nah mean?
DmAm
The lyrics dem a flow like a stream, nah mean?
DmAm
Mek you feel like you living in a dream, nah mean?
DmAm
It come to the crop, man a cream, nah mean?
DmAm
It come to discipline, man a dean, nah mean?
DmAm
Mi tougher than a Hummer limousine, nah mean?
DmAm
We stepping, we fresh and we clean, nah mean?
DmAm
I burn the stinkiest of green, nah mean?
DmAm
Better listen up careful and keen, nah mean?
DmAmDm (n.c)
A Puppa Nas a rock and come in, nah mean?
[Verse 2]
(n.c) Dm
We celebrate like I finished probation, boy, boy,
AmDm
Knotty Head with no chaser, boy, boy.
AmDm
From the mouth, I can spit out a razor, boy, boy,
AmDmAm
Open up your facial like your boy Roy in his prime.
DmAm
Eat food, dinner-time, Jr. Gong pass the Guinness,
Dm
Handle business, black-velvet sippers,
AmDm
Fe-males never bid us fare-well; they with us.
AmDmAm
'Cos we ar-rive on the scene just like a high beam, nah mean?
DmAm
Don't let us have to make the 9 scream, nah mean?
DmAm
At your racial po-licin' regime, nah mean?
DmAm
Spiritual like a Elohim, nah mean?
DmAm
In a casino or a yacht; wherever I'm seen.
DmAm
My brothers and sisters are never forgot, nah mean?
DmAm
Don't wanna hear a-nother soldier drop, nah mean?
DmAm
Another dope ad-dict get shot with the mor-phine.
DmAm
And Feds are in-dictin' my block, nah mean?
DmAm
They're wearin' red from they shoes to they top, nah mean?
DmAm
I'm wishin' that all the violence would stop, nah mean?
[Verse 3]
AmDmAm
We nuh like the sound of siren, nah mean?
DmAm
And some bwoy soft like ice cream, nah mean?
DmAm
From a bwoy mek the Feds intervene, nah mean?
DmAm
We send a bwoy go tek intravene, nah mean?
DmAm
Parabellum dem a itch up inna spleen, nah mean?
DmAm
Inna Queens, gu-nman reign supreme, nah mean?
DmAm
Kingstonians are real blood fiends, nah mean?
DmAm
The world is a big crime scene, nah mean?
[Bridge 1]
AmDmAm
Yo, yo, Mr. President, (yo, a-Mr. President),
DmAm
What you doin' for my residents? (What you doin' with my residents?)
DmAmDm
Yo, Mr. Minister, (Mr. Minister), why you bein' sinister, hey? (Hey).
AmDmAm
Yo, yo, Mr. President, (yo, a-Mr. President),
DmAm
What you doin' for my residents? (What you doin' with my residents?)
DmAmDm
Yo, Mr. Minister, (Mr. Minister), why you bein' sinister?
[Verse 4]
AmDm
Say man a di real Buffalo in-a Rasta-fari regime.
AmDm
Bush bungalow is where mi dwell with mi queen.
AmDm
Trash to the bone down in-a camouflage green.
AmDm
Nuff a dem that can't go the places we been.
AmDm
Nuff a dem that can't see the sights that we seen.
AmDmAm
That's why them face all a twist up and a lean, nah mean?
DmAm
Dem better mind we kick it off clean, nah mean?
DmAm
Man a gangster just like Gambin', dat mean;
DmAm
Dem can't serve "Congo dread" court subpoen', nah mean?
DmAm
A who you want come in convene, nah mean?
DmAm
Attorney haffi rock and come in, nah mean?
DmAm
Mi pocket dem green like sperling, nah mean?
DmAm
Mi regular fly out and fly in, nah mean?
DmAm
The stadium pack like sardine, nah mean?
DmAm
Can't catch mi speed; a fassy hole need caffeine, nah mean?
DmAm
Run out a breath and an-tihistamine, (nah mean?)
DmAm
Wash over gold, dem come in like Listerine, (nah mean?)
Dm Am (n.c)
You think a lie; we badder than Al Pacin', (nah mean?)
[Verse 5]
(n.c) Am Dm
It's genocide, it's a genocide, it's a, genocide, it's a genocide.
AmDm
Fifth floor, cookin' raw, had my own supply,
AmDm
'Cos of capitalist ways; that was back in the days,
Am Dm (n.c)
So now I do Rap, and it pays.
[Outro]
Am Dm, AmDm
(Repeat to Fade)
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Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2023 ([email protected])