Half Way Tree Lyrics - Halfway Tree - Damian "junior Gong" Marley

Okay, rememnber the breif 

And one and two and bounce and bounce 

And bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce 

Bounce, bounce, bounce 

Bounce, bounce, bounce 

It's like keeping a stage show and want the place fi done 

Wha you do call my management that walk wid 50 gun, wha mi do 

Nah goin' go pon stage until me get me funds 

Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gong what a hefty sum 

Youngest veteran intercept di run 

Artist a carry feelings and tears a run 

Say you know, say a just true, him a Bob Marley son 

How him get a Swizz Beats and you nuh get me none 

Wha mi sing strictly ex amount of high grade sess mi bun 

Wha mi sing strictly only high grade princess mi bun 

Politician well love push up dem chest mi bun 

Certain loud rowdy talking interest mi gun 

Now mi come fi bun down all material object 

Wid a raas claat gold chain 'round me neck 

Me bun a fire pon di man weh love bitch and fret 

And want every little detail intricate 

Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't accept 

Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy don't forget 

Well, is it just me or is it hot to death 

It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette 

D.J. race a run on your mark, get set 

And watch everybody run to the record outlet 

Tell me who C.D. do you think they get 

The one closest to the Bob Marley box set 

And boom and anyhow you nuh feel me yet 

Well, chances are you might soon go def 

Me have a clip fully loaded and one select 

Fi any bwoy weh nuh want show the Gong respect 

All me shirt and shoes and pants me bet 

Say a nuff D.J. haffi go starve to death 

While dem girl read about me on the Internet 

But it's not their fault, don't get upset 

Because dem can't touch me intellect 

And boom dem can't even bounce a check 

Well, you better rest your drinks pon a serviette 

And gwon bounce around until you bust a sweat 

Bounce 

Just bounce, bounce, bounce 

Bounce 

Just bounce, bounce, bounce 

Bounce 

Bounce, bounce, bounce 

Bounce 

Bounce, bounce, bounce 

So return to di venues you used to fill 

And return to the ends where you used to chill 

I know them putting some punks on over kill 

Wid some everyday tune, I refuse to build 

Now you've been waiting patiently until boom 

A me name Jr.Gong and still, boom 

Ridin' a bounce and you can't stand still, boom 

See it deh now your drinks a spill 

You have some D.J. think dem shoot to kill 

'Cause dem spar wid, a couple thug youths weh will 

Wait till dem lickle chumpas, dem have draw nil 

Ah di same thug, ah climb thru dem windowsill 

And, anyhow you no pay di bill 

Well, dem could a find you a sligoville 

You better mind how you use your talent and skill 

Till you hear man a bruk down your burglar grill 

Well, it's from baby pram n to Stroller dem 

We rock mics anywhere, we get a hold a dem 

Wid di Muffin looking over, we shoulder dem 

Better read out all mi portfolio dem 

Well, it's roots and branches, sticks and stems 

A di Halfway Tree and it a murder dem 

Ghetto youths, one fam, you never heard a dem 

Dangerous nightlife observer dem 

So just bounce, bounce, bounce wit' me 

Big man big woman and pickney 

Feel no pain when di music hit me 

Find all a gyal weh fit me 

Keeping a stage show and want the place fi done 

Wha you do call my management that walk wid 50 gun 

Wha mi do, nah goin' go pon stage until me get me funds 

Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gog what a hefty sum 

Youngest veteran intercept di run 

Artist a carry feelings and tears a run 

Say you know, say a just true, him a Bob Marley son 

How him get a Swizz Beats and you nuh get me none 

Wha mi sing strictly ex amount of high grade sess mi bun 

Wha mi sing strictly only high grade princess mi bun 

Politician well love push up dem chest mi bun 

Certain loud rowdy talking interest mi gun 

Now mi come fi bun down all material object 

Wid a raas claat gold chain 'round me neck 

Me bun a fire pon di man weh love bitch and fret 

And want every little detail intricate 

Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't accept 

Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy don't forget 

Well, is it just me or is it hot to death 

It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette 

D.J. race a run on your mark, get set 

And watch everybody run to the record outlet 

Tell me who C.D. do you think they get 

The one closest to the Bob Marley box set 

Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't accept 

Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy don't forget 

Well, is it just me or is it hot to death 

It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette 

D.J. race a run on your mark, get set 

And watch everybody run to the record outlet 

Tell me who C.D. do you think they get 

The one closest to the Bob Marley box set 

So just 

Bounce, bounce, bounce 

Bounce, bounce, bounce 

Bounce, bounce, bounce 

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