Rude Boy

Call me a rude boy
And dancing to reggae music, I
Would you watch the test I give you big boy contest now?
So would you tell me now?

Don't look for a test even if your gun is stashed
You never know what might happen
Because Babylon makes you bad, because Babylon makes you bad
Entrenched in vice, you start to lack respect
It's hard to face life when you've never been in love
Raised in a 25 square meter
Raised in a 25 square meter
You spend your days in a setting of reinforced concrete
A daily life synonymous with gloom
Right path or reality
You think you're good but you're bad

Instru

You start dreaming of power in illegality
That's when you start messing up
Easy money tempted you
Easy money tempted you
A guy disrespected you, his words shattered your solidity
Easy for you, you chose the easy way out
You started to sink
The bars will only remind you of that

Wayaya yo yé yéyé no
Haya yé yéyé no
Wa yo yo hou ho wo no
Non non non
Babylon system puts reggae fans in need
But it's pointless to generalize
Not all children of Jah fall into the stereotype
When some musicians are simply inspired
A simple tribute to Jah without joy or pro-rasta
Simple message to the king, I feel him so close to me
Founder of a family uniting all mine
I'm crazy about the messiah but I'm nothing like a rasta
Rude boy, I'm nothing like one

Call me a rude boy