Letra de Bongo Red
I-man don't like to get mix up (mix up) By pushing me mouth in something I can't prove (no, no, no) I-man don't take hearsay (hearsay) Dem kind of things bring mix up (mix up) I-man no say what next man say (what next man say) I like to prove things for I-self (for I-self)So I take a walk from 6th street Trying to prove something Going to the bottom of 8th street From corner to corner you can hear Yes, the youths dem a shout Natty dread, yes them dread Natty dread, natty roots Natty cool Yes them dread For they stand up in Babylon Natty dread, natty roots Natty cool, (congo natty dread) Yes them dread For they stand up in BabylonSo I take a walk from 6th street Trying to prove something Going to the bottom of 8th street From corner to corner you could hear Yes, the youths dem a shoutNatty dread, yes them dread Natty dread, natty roots Natty cool, (cool-cool natty dread) Yes them dread For they stand up in Babylon Natty dread, natty roots Natty cool, (congo natty dread) Yes them dread For they stand up in BabylonNatty dread, natty roots Natty cool, (cool-cool natty dread) Yes them dread For they stand up in Babylon Natty dread, natty roots Natty cool, (congo natty dread) Yes them dread For they stand up in Babylon