LYRIC

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Yo yo
Silver turn it up, yeah
We gonna put you on to something brand new though
Nah mean?

Yo
We don’t say, “You know what I’m sayin’?”
T-dot says, “Yuh dun know”
We don’t say, “Hey that’s the breaks”
We say, “Yo, ah suh it go”
We don’t say, “You get one chance”
We say, “You better rip the show”
Before bottles start flyin’ and you runnin’ for the door
You talking ’bout cuttin’ and hittin’ skins
We talkin’ bout, beat dat face
T-dot niggas will eat your food before y’all cats say grace
Y’all cats is steady saying, “Word”
My niggas is steady yellin’, “Szeen”
Half the time we talking about, “More times”
You don’t even know what, “More times” means
More times we rocker fresher
More times we come correct
More times y’all think it’s the hot, shh
Y’all haven’t heard nuttin’ yet
Differently, still yuh know
The circle gettin’ ill yuh know
Step on the wrong Bally boot and you might get kill ya know
So every time you walk through the dance
Tell a youte, “Excuse me”
Tellin’ a jubie, “I like her style”
She’s talkin’ about, “Abuse me”
Use me, show me how the T-Dot rolls
My style is off the thermostat
Plus I’m comin’ from the cold

Yo
(What the… Chill!)
My nigga’s in the street throwin’ dot slang
Each and every single time we meet
(What the… Chill!)
My ladies lookin’ hot, screw face kissin’ teet
Representin’ the T-Dot
Kardinal rock the party
And T-dot drinking Bacardi
And Kardi drinkin’ Bacardi
And T-dot rocking the party
And nigga’s jumpin’ and whylin’
And ladies showin’ a smile
And everybody know it’s the T-Dot

So when we singin about the girls
We singin’ about, ‘di gyal dem’
Y’all talkin’, about, “Say that one more time”
We talkin’ about, “Yo, come again”
Y’all talkin’ about, “That nigga’s a punk”
We talkin’ about, “Dat youte’s a fossy”
For the kids that think I’m comin’ wit it
Brother just watch me
A shoe is called a crep
A big party is a fete
Ya’ll takin about, “Watch where you goin'”
We talkin about, “Mind where you step”
We backin a two-four of Guinness, we ain’t messin’ with Moet
And if you runnin’ out of liquor the bar might get wet
You’re talkin’ about, “Yo, that girl’s hype”
We like, “She’s the bun down”
Y’all say, a DJ battle
We say, clash with two sounds
We rock the hottest things no matter how much it cost
You talkin’ about, “Yeah son”
We talkin’ about, “Yo, lock it off”
Wheel that and tek it from di top
And just flash up unno lighta and watch the dance rock
Kardinal is gonna show you how the T-Dot rolls
My style’s off the thermostat plus I’m comin’ from the cold

Yo
(What the… Chill!)
My nigga’s in the street throwin’ dot slang
Each and every single time we meet
(What the… Chill!)
My ladies lookin’ hot, screw face kissin’ teet
Representin’ the T-Dot
Kardinal rock the party
And T-dot drinking Bacardi
And Kardi drinkin’ Bacardi
And T-dot rocking the party
And nigga’s jumpin’ and whylin’
And ladies showin’ a smile
And everybody know it’s the T-Dot

Yo instead of your boys
We talkin’ about, di man dem
When we talkin’ about your bredrin
Yo, we talkin’ about your friend
When you say, “The club’s over”
Yo we say, “Di jam done”
When you’re thinkin’ about the west, we thinkin’ about Red-1
Big ups and salutations to the Figure IV crew
When you’re sayin’, “She’s a chicken”
She a skettle bam too
When you talkin’ about a thug nigga
We talkin’ about a shotta
When you think you got it locked, T-Dot comin’ much hotta
Ya’ll think we all Jamaican, when nuff man are Trini’s
Bajans, Grenadians and a hole heap of Haitians
Guyanese and all of the West Indies combined
To make the T dot O dot, one of a kind
Irs said, “We burn kahn”
That mean they puff lah
When we say, “Hell no”
That means, yo dat nuh mek it
Look me in the eye and tell me y’all ain’t sold
My style is off the thermostat plus I’m comin’ from the cold

Yo
(What the… Chill!)
My nigga’s in the street throwin’ dot slang
Each and every single time we meet
(What the… Chill!)
My ladies lookin’ hot, screw face kissin’ teet
Representin’ the T-Dot
Kardinal rock the party
And T-dot drinking Bacardi
And Kardi drinkin’ Bacardi
And T-dot rocking the party
And nigga’s jumpin’ and whylin’
And ladies showin’ a smile
And everybody know it’s the T-Dot

(What the… Chill!)
My nigga’s in the street throwin’ dot slang
Each and every single time we meet
(What the… Chill!)
My ladies lookin’ hot, screw face kissin’ teet
Representin’ the T-Dot
Kardinal rock the party
And T-dot drinking Bacardi
And Kardi drinkin’ Bacardi
And T-dot rocking the party
And nigga’s jumpin’ and whylin’
And ladies showin a smile
And everybody know it’s the T-Dot

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