Germaican Lyrics

Five days a di week it is german dat me chat
But when the weekend come, I man forget about dat
Mi fling some dancehall music on, turn into a ghetto bway
Becah dat a fe me destination, fe me happiness and joy

If I'll never make it to montego - bay
I still have to feed my ego

Mumma gimme pocket money, my allowance is done spent
And like any ghetto youth you know mi haffi represent
Like all brethren inna fe mi posse, mi smoke a lot of pot
Cyah when you is dance hall fan ono supposed fi do dat
And di bad marks from di English class dem never bother me
Cyah a pure patois dat me chat now, and me friend dem just agree. seen. If I'll never make it to montego - bay
I still have to feed my ego

I man do just everything fi pass fi real jamaican
From mi is a dance hall fan, mi haffi follow fi mi plan
Mi haffi bun battyman and big up di rastaman
Bun out white people dem and party all night long

Mi cuss badwuud like a yardie though me never go a yard
Seh dat mi raas claat ghetto life is so bumbo claat hard
48-hour jamaican, and me friend dem agree
I am eighteen years old, and I'm as cool as can be

If I'll never make it to montego - bay
I still have to feed my ego
Oh I wanna be jamaican
Oh I try as hard as I can

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