Lyrics Beenie Man – Still Around

Yeah
Jacob miller
Bob Marley, Peter Tosh
Dem deh man dem a killa

From Cologne back to Kingston — Kingston to Rome
One day but a couple time zone
It’s like mars to earth ten thousand lightyears
Dem boy dem no ina my zone nah nah nah nah
Yes we are the original, no bootleg, no copy, impossible to clone
Gentleman from Germany, call it mavaly its like Shabba from compound oh nah nah nah
Whole leap a passport done already, still around
Still a lock the place still having a showdown
We win all di awards, get all di applause we are di kings we wear crowns
Gentleman and the king of dancehall bear joy bear smile and dem still a wear frown
So me a send respect to whole di dancehall artists, who dead and now still a run cause yeah

When dem gone we still around
When we a float dem still a drown
Dem a lightweight we are heavy pound
When we touch the road
We party till sundown
Di fans still a get around
Selecta throw down Beres and some D Brown

When dem gone we still around
When we a float dem still a drown
Dem a lightweight we are heavy pound
When we touch the road
We party till sundown

Cause dem a act like dem brave
A surfer Without a wave
Say de hot but no fya nah blaze
A bear energy dem waste
Good vibes can’t erase
So me know dem a tired to see we face
So everytime we get around
Everytime we make a sound
Earth a shake like a God a come down
We are di world wide reknown
Ina every campound
Gentleman and Beenie Man a come down

Panhead, Nitty Gritty, Dirtsman
Lieutenant Stitchie baptized Papa San
John Holt and Alton Ellis and Baby Wayne
And Major Worries dem ina fire
Big up VybzKartel and Buju Banton
Shaggy and Sean Paul dem a champion
Now a Beenie Man longside Gentleman
The two a we are foundation so we sing along

When dem gone we still around
While we a float dem still a drown
Dem a lightweight we are heavy pound
When we touch the road
We party till sundown
Di fans still a get around
Selecta throw down Beres and some D brown

When dem gone we still around
While we a float dem still a drown
Dem a lightweight we are heavy pound
When we touch the road
We party till sundown
Di fans still a get around
Selecta throw down Beres and some D brown