Dat Lyrics - Singles - Pluto

Rasta Ozzy from up de hill 

Decide fi check 'pon 'I'm grocery bill 

An' when him add up de t'ings him need 

De dunny done wha' him save fi buy likkle weed 

Him han 'pon him jaw, lord. Red him eye an' just meditate 

The time is so hard lord, I man now t'ink 'bout emigrate 

I mek up me mind lord I might as well go 'gainst I man faith 

So a forward a market, I sight the butcher bwoy by de gate 

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(You wan' goat?) No I might-a kill I queen 

(Try de beef nuh?) I no check fi no grass weh green 

(Wha' bout fowl?) What'cha know is time fi a change 

(Mere fish ?) Got children out a dat range 

(How 'bout de steak?) What'cha know, me no sight me rate 

(Try tripe?) Bu'n me belly when I pull me pipe 

(What about de pork then?) 

Hush your mouth man, me brethren hear 

Sell I a pound of dat t'ing there 

So when the butcher pull up a stool 

Begin fi question Ozzy how him so fool 

What kind a sump'in cook in a pot 

From him born him never did hear 'bout dat 

Well what'cha know master, give I time mek'a try explain 

It's just like a flim show 

Fi protect the humble we change the name 

I would have feel so cute 

Fi come in and ask we some 'Arnold fat' 

I and I feel safer if we change the subject and call it Dat 

[Chorus] 

Ozzy pay off de butcher bill 

Tek de parcel and trod up the hill 

Like a spite who do you t'ink him meet? 

Rasta Jeremiah from down the street 

Guidance me brethren 

Is wha' you have in a dat dere bag? 

Him kinda get frighten, and begin fi hide it beneat' him rag 

That man no fear I lord 

Mek we go up me yard and take a sat 

Meanwhile light a fire 

I will help you eat off de pound a dat 

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