[Verse 1] Yo, I’m flippin’ jerk chicken, grillin’ with precision, Spices so hot, got my tongue on a mission. Coconut rice, it’s the chef’s ambition, But I’m burnin’ more herbs than the island tradition. [Chorus] Island boys, we chefin’ all day, But the ganja smoke lead us astray. Spices in the pot, rum in the sway, Laughin’ in the kitchen, Jah bless our way. [Verse 2] One fish, two fish, red snapper stew, Forgot the salt, now the soup taste new. High as a kite, chop onions, I blew, Eyes waterin’, now the customers confused. [Bridge] Steel drum playin’ as we stir that pot, Chef hats crooked, but the flavor’s still hot. Pineapple glaze drippin’, we top that lot, Rasta rhythm cookin’, give it all we got. [Verse 3] Yo, my brother, where the pepper sauce hidin’? Oh wait, it’s in my pocket, I’ve been vibin’. Burned the breadfruit, customers decidin’, But the ganja cake keep their spirits collidin’. [Chorus] Island boys, we chefin’ all day, But the ganja smoke lead us astray. Spices in the pot, rum in the sway, Laughin’ in the kitchen, Jah bless our way.
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