(Chorus)
From the western town, on the ganja
Come on now!
Dubadub come from, this area
Come on, now!
Imma Pupajim from the microphone singer
Alright now!
Come to mash up the word, big bad style ya
Come on, now!
(Verse 1)
Me full of lyrics
Full of riddims and full of gimmicks
I can't give a damn about critics
Load! Automatic attack, with classics
We are raw, we're young, we are mavericks
We come from Brest, not from the arctics
Not form London, not form the Sussex
Not from UK, not from the tropics!
But we have nuff dub licks and many tactics
Nuff nuff riddims and nuff nuff lyrics
Back to the roots, back to basics
This is the brand new stereophonics!
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Definite listener, now I will go cool funk
We are a dubadub, (dubadub!) fresh profiler*
Cuisine in a fridge or in a cool drawer
We are a dubadub, fresh profiler
The men called Rooty, PJ, Mac Giver
Cooking freshly, we are the cool mafia
Gimme fresh, gimme cold, gimme cool, and gimme freezy
The three musketeers, always cooking freshly!