CB 200

[Intro]
Hail, Diamonds
Heights, Dillinger
You want see weh di I man step out a Channel One studio
You know, star?
An' I man sight two dread pon a CB 200
Dal it on as it, star!
Great sound's call "C.B. 200"
I'm not rich but the sun shines to me
Mercy Lord, Lord have mercy (Hold mi tight, ya)

[Verse 1]
Say, one dread, two dread
Satta pon a CB two-hundred
I say, two-hundred
You better show mi your natty dread
A so di dread flash him locks an' a lighting clap
An' a weakheart drop
We come here fi dread, we no come here fi dead
We come here fi nat, we no come here fi plot

[Bridge]
Say, set up yourself, dreadlocks
For, natty dwell on di mountain top
An' natty dwell on di mountain side
Where peace an' love abide, ya

[Verse 2]
A natty dal it down a Barkley's
Gone fi go draw little interest
Mi say, fi give it to mi princess
Natty dal it down a Rook lane
Fi go check natty Garfield
Fi go buy two pants lens
An' then him dally up a Baraka (Do what?)
Gone fi go buy two gansey
An' then him dally up a DND (What di man a gonna do?)
Fi go buy Clarks booty

[Bridge]
Natty jump in him stripe, an' him Clarks, an' him harrow
Him know bio; dread know bio

[Verse 3]
Di dread don't tell lie
For, natty drink up di roots an' him speak di truth
Natty dal it one time, natty dal it two time
Natty dal it uptown, natty dal it downtown
Anywhere you go, natty dread deh
An' then him dally to di country (Lord have mercy)
Fi go check brother Monty

[Outro]
Di idrens-dem no dread 'til di sun get red
Di dawta-dem no fat 'til di pot get hot
Say, set up yourself, dreadlock
An' just a nat up, nat up