Muma Dis Come

Now you know the fussing and fighting,

Nancy of excellence. Bombshot! Get out of me way.

Hey, I say get out of me life with your fussing and fight, I can't stand it.

Me lion, come out of me life with your boogie-yaga war, I can't take it.

I tell you, them fuss, fuss a yard, them fuss, fuss abroad, them fuss, fuss on the street. And everywhere I go, people that I meet say they don't want it.

Hey, I said that come out of me life with your fussing and fight, I don't need it.

Bombshot, come out of me life with your boogie-yaga war, I don't need it.

Tell them again! Tell them the muma di scum, the muma di scum.

Gwan, go tell Jamaica muma Nancy di scum. The muma di scum, the muma di scum. Gwan, go tell the world muma

Nancy di scum.

Now the thing say me gone, now Nancy come, originate out of the ghetto, well them call it the slum.

Come to set things straight, things haffi cool down, culture deh a long time from the business start to run.

Now them take up the slackness, them the things that are no fun.

You no write to your daughter, neither your son. Now the terrific come from, me a go tie some tongue.

Put them aside fi rape because them days is done.

Just wait a while because the table soon turn. Come out of me life with your fussing and fight, I can't take it.

Tell them, come out of me life with your boogie-yaga war, I don't need it.

Lord, I said that them fuss, fuss a east, them fuss, fuss a west, them fuss, fuss a north, and them fuss, fuss a south.

Anywhere that them go, them just a run up them mouth, I can't take it.

Hey, anyway, the muma di scum, tell them the muma di scum. Go tell Jamaica muma Nancy di scum, the muma di scum, the muma di scum.

Gwan, go tell the world muma Nancy di scum.

Me come fi settle something, come fi even the score, some put slackness pon top, culture pon the floor.

Full time unuh deal with slackness to the door, culture stand predominant, I know that for sure.

The abuse abundant and me have them galore.

Come out of me life with your fussing and fight, I don't like it. Hey, me lion, come out of me life with your boogie-yaga war,

I don't need it.

Lord, them fuss, fuss a yard, them fuss, fuss abroad, them fuss, fuss on the street. And everywhere I go, people that I meet, Lord, I don't like it.

Hey, tell them the muma di scum, tell them the muma di scum.

Gwan, go tell the world muma Nancy di scum, the muma di scum. Tell them the muma di scum.

Gwan, go tell the world muma Nancy di scum.

Me have the hard holy lyrics to mash up the dancehall. Anytime me talk, all of people haffi bow.

Hard holy lyrics to mash up the dancehall, and anytime me talk, a crowd of people haffi bow a me.

Now I don't talk slackness, a no me, muma Nancy, she don't inna it.

Yes, a me wind up your waist and jump and twist.

Yes, this is the voice of the female chemist, and anything me talk, you know a logics.

Come out of me life with your fussing and fight, I don't want it. Hey, me lion, come out of me life with your boogie-yaga war, me can't take it.

Hey, them fuss, fuss a yard, them fuss, fuss abroad, them cuss, cuss on the street. And everywhere I go, people that I meet, Lord, them can't take it.

Hey, anyway, the muma di scum, tell them the muma di scum. Gwan, go tell the world muma

Nancy-