Ring the Alarm Quick Songtext
von Buju Banton

Mi - Mi - Mi - Mi - Mi - Mi - Mi bad!
Ring the alarm
Now sound boy, I tell you, a whole funeral
This is also a burial
Original Buju Banton pon the bass
Want to sound?
Unuh hear me?!
Unuh hear me?!

Ring the alarm
Another sound is dying
Woah, hey
Ring the alarm
Another sound is dying
Woah, hey

Some sound sound like a big drum pan
Listen the sound, it a come fi ya
Run the dance inna any session
Rock up the woman, and rock up the man


Ring the alarm
Another sound is dying
Woah, hey
Ring the alarm
Another sound is dying
Woah, hey

Yeah, yeah, mi sound boy time is longer than rope
And tonight, tonight, we must cut your throat
′Cause you big up yourself inna competition
And can't defend the people, what a bam-bam!

Unuh, quick!
Somebody go call the owner, people
Quick!
A drum pan must dead in yah
Unuh hear me?!
Quick!
Somebody call the undertaker
Unuh, quick!
A drum pan just dead in yah


Well, see it deh!
Dem a bring him out pon the stretcher
Lawd, him anuh Madden down inna the freezer
Woii!
′Cause fi dem sound, anuh crowd pleaser
Lawd!
A fi mi sound John Public bawl for

Unuh, quick!
Somebody go call the owner, people
Quick!
A drum pan must dead in yah
Unuh hear me?!
Quick!
Somebody go call the owner, people
Quick!
A old pan must dead in yah

Unuh, tee-ta-toe, we beat dem all inna row
Donkey waan water, but you old him Joe
Tee-ta-toe, we beat dem all inna row
Shakash waan water, but old him Joe

Ring the alarm
Another sound is dying
Woah, hey
Ring the alarm
Another sound is dying
Woah, hey

Unuh, quick!
Somebody go call the owner, people
Quick!
A old pan must dead in yah
Unuh hear me?!
Quick!
Somebody go call the owner, people
Quick!
A drum pan must dead in yah

Four big sound inna one big lawn
The dance sound a play, the other three keep calm
Four big sound inna one big lawn
The boom sound a play, the other three keep calm
'Cause dem a push up demself, and a gwan like dem bright
Unuh fi hold the corners, and don't come inna the light
′Cause fi mi sound will lick out your eyesight
We a shot, we a sting, we boom you like dandelion
Buju pon the mic, we have the people′s ties

Unuh, quick!
Somebody go call the owner, people

Remember this sound, it a talk of the town
Talk of the country, hey
Rock Mr. Charlie, rock Miss Munchie
Talk of the country, so

Ring the alarm
Another sound is dying
I know, I know
Ring the alarm
Another sound is suffering
Woah, hey

See it deh!
Dem a bring him out pon the stretcher
Lawd, him anuh Madden down inna the freezer
Woii!
'Cause fi dem sound, anuh crowd pleaser
Lawd!
A fi mi sound John Public bawl for

Unuh, quick!
Somebody go call the owner, people
Quick!
A drum pan must dead in yah
Unuh hear me?!
Quick!
Somebody go call the owner, people
Quick!
A old pan must dead in yah

Watch the soundman a tremble
Watch the soundman a pray
Watch the soundman a tremble
Watch the soundman a pray