[Verse 1: Dancehall female deejay, hard dancehall riddim, sharp rapid toasting] Six o'clock mi push di cart up to di main road Green coconut stack high like a mountain load Taxi man a honk and di schoolpickney run Every man a stop fi watch di gyal inna di sun Bredda wid di gold chain seh, "Mi want a deal" Mi seh, "Price nuh move, but di service is real" Him seh, "Gyal, yuh too likkle fi handle dat blade" Mi lift up di machete and him face start fade One swing, top off, straw inna di hole Him drink it to di bottom and him stand up cold Mi nuh need a big talk and mi nuh need a show Mi swing it one time and di whole road know [Pre-Hook: Dancehall female deejay, riddim building, sharper toasting] Line up, line up, nuh push and nuh shove Mi nuh tek sweet talk and mi nuh tek no glove [Hook: Dancehall female deejay, full hard riddim, big chanted dancehall hook] One chop, mi nuh need a second swing One chop, open up di whole ting Talk yuh talk, mi bring di blade down clean One chop, and yuh see what mi mean [Verse 2: Dancehall female deejay, heavy riddim drums, faster dancehall toasting] Monday come, a man set up across di street Shiny cart, umbrella, and a price yuh cyaan beat Delroy wid di speaker and di mouth to match Hollerin' half price, come and buy from di batch Him swing one time and di nut just bounce Swing two time and him lose an ounce Swing three time and it splash him shirt Whole line laughin' and di man look hurt Mi nuh seh a word, mi just tap di wood Every chop clean, every drink taste good By di Friday evening him a sit pon a crate Fanning wid a cardboard, waitin' on fate [Pre-Hook: Dancehall female deejay, riddim building, sharper toasting] Line up, line up, nuh push and nuh shove Mi nuh tek sweet talk and mi nuh tek no glove [Hook: Dancehall female deejay, full hard riddim, big chanted dancehall hook] One chop, mi nuh need a second swing One chop, open up di whole ting Talk yuh talk, mi bring di blade down clean One chop, and yuh see what mi mean [Breakdown: Dancehall female deejay, machete chop, four machete chops ring out on the snare, the fourth splits the coconut open and the full riddim slams back] Chop, Delroy at mi gate before di sun Chop, him need two hundred and him cyaan find one Chop, every tree pon di hill dem a mine Chop, him buyin' from di gyal him did laugh at last time Mi seh, "Wah gwaan, bredda, where di half price gone?" Him seh, "Just sell mi di nuts, mi have a cart fi run" [Final Hook: Dancehall female deejay, full hard riddim, loudest chanted dancehall hook] One chop, mi nuh need a second swing One chop, open up di whole ting Talk yuh talk, mi bring di blade down clean One chop, and yuh see what mi mean [End]
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