[bad word] 
Informer, ya' no say dadda me Snow me I'll go blame,
licky Boom Boom Down.
Detective mon a says a did a me Snow me stab somewhere down the lane,
licky Boom Boom Down.
Informer, ya' no say dadda me Snow me I'll go blame,
licky Boom Boom Down.
Detective mon a says a did a me Snow me stab somewhere down the lane,
licky Boom Boom Down.

Police [bad word] for me now dey blow down me door,
Breakin' de bar troo, troo my window,
So dey put me in de back de car at de station,
From that point on me reach my destination,
Where the destination reachin, outta east detention, where the
Looked down me pants, look up me bottom, so

 [bad word] 

Bigger dem are they think dem have more power,
Dep on de phone me say dat one hour,
Me for want to use a once an' now me call me lover,
Lover who me callin an' a one Tammy,
An' me love er' in my heart down to my belly,
Yes a Daddy me Snow me I feel cool an' deadly,
As the one MC Shan an' a one Dadda Snow,
Together we-a love'em is a Tor-Na-Do, so

 [bad word] 

Listen for me, you better listen for me now.
Listen for me, you better listen for me now.
When me rockin' the microphone me rock on steady,
Yes a Daddy me Snow me are de article dan.
But in a in an' a out de dance em
Aye say where [bad word] from a,
People em say [bad word] from Jamaica,
But me born an' raised in the ghetto that I want yas to know,
Pure black people mon is all I mon know.
Yeah me shoes a an tear up an' now me toes is a show a
Where me a born in are de one Toronto, so

 [bad word] 
 [bad word] with a nice young lady.
Intelligent, Yes she gentle-ly are-ee.
Everywhere me go, me never lef her at all-ee.
It's a Daddy Snow me are [bad word] dance man a
Rom-ancin' a dancin' in a in a nation-a.
You never know say Daddy me Snow me are de Boom Shakata.
Me never lay-a down flat in dat one cardboard box a
This a Daddy me Snow me I'll go reachin' at de top, so...

 [bad word] 

Why worry? Why worry? worry worry.

Me sittin' 'round cool with my dibbie dibbie girl,
Police knock my door,
Lick up my pal,
Rough me up an' I can't do a thing
Pick up my line, when my telephone ring.
Take me to the station,
Black up my hands.
Trail me down, 'cuz I'm hangin' with the Snowman,
What I'm gonna do,
I'm backed an' I'm trapped,
Slap me in the face an' took all o' my gap.
They have no clues an' they wanna get warmer,
But Shan won't turn Informer!

 [bad word] 

Deedley dum Deedley Deedley Dum Dem Worry
worry worry worry.