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born jamericans's - 'boom shak-a-tack'
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chords used:(C,Am,Fm,G)
verses & Choruses chords
(C C Am C C C C C C Fm Fm G C C C C)
intro pickings played 2x
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G---5-----5-----------------------
D-6----------6--0--6-5-6--0--4----
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intro:
Warning warning warning
12 o'clock and yawnin
Kids from foreign
Cummin down inna di early mornin
Dis is di don gorgon
What dem call Headley
The (Holy Designer) pon
De side a me
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Now say we're number one the article
Boom-Shak-A-Tack
Ya'll come down
It's a natural fact
Cause the kids dem come
Watch your (knot)
Here it is!
As the kids dem (troff) it off
De wickedest time
Me ever gonna come
Born Jamericans
Steel to yah flint stones
Now put it down (and)
(Proper megaton doogle?) (Yeng)
Sometimes coffee
And sometimes tea
You know seh
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Born Jamericans a celebrity
We ram dance a tune
And inna di country
A lotta girls dem say
Dem love we (Yeah)
A look pon di girls dem
Nice and sweet
Dey give me (Tea permittee)
Within a (di meat)
They want it every day
Not to mention di weed (Woy)
Say Reggae Music run di world
Me respect dat
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Cause every time we touch the mic
Dem screaming Boom-Shak-A-Tack
Could all massive catch di vibes
We on all after dat
Dis is a lesson, definition
Of the Boom-Shak-A-Tack
Now batty rider
Tear off
Cause girl (pickney) get hot
Now boy ya beat down di wall
Selector wheel up dat
It's time to get a verbs
The action word
Drop dub inna di Roughneck sound
Fi make the sound quite absurd
An I would never run away
Inna di heart of battle
I round up di girls dem
Like cowboy round up cattle
From line one, verse two
Me just a show off me skill
An I would never sell me soul
For a thousand dollar bill
Reggae Music run di world
Me respect dat
Cause every time we touch the mic
Dem screaming Boom-Shak-A-Tack
Could all massive
Catch di vibes
We on all after dat
Dis is a lesson, definition
Of the Boom-Shak-A-Tack
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De wickedest time
Me ever gonna come
Born Jamericans
Steel to yah flint stones
Now put it down (and)
(Proper megaton doogle?) (Yeah)
A look pon di girls dem
Nice and sweet
Dey give me (Tea permittee)
Within a (di meat)
They want it every day
Not to mention di weed (Woy)
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Physical fit is the kid
When me start to release
Me grab di microphone and chant
Fi make me dollars increase
Sexy girls gonna flock
Cause he's a healthy young man
An me will surely give di remedy
One by one
Born Jamericans is di crew
From the streets of Washington
Where nuff people smoke crack
And den fire di M1
Mi legalize me not despise
Di air is rugged and rough
Some DJs open up their noses
Like a yard trash truck
But Reggae Music run di world
Me respect dat
Cause every time we touch the mic
Dem screaming Boom-Shak-A-Tack
Could all massive catch di vibes
We on all after dat
Dis is a lesson, definition
Of the Boom-Shak-A-Tack
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Chittle-lee-lee-dannon-e-wine (Woy)
Chittle-lee-lee-dannon-e-wine (Woh-owoh)
Chittle-lee-lee-dannon-e-wine (Wow-owoy, Yeah)
Well check it out (Yeah)
Chittle-lee-lee-dannon-e-wine (Woy)
Chittle-lee-lee-dannon-e-wine (Woy-o-woh-ooo-woy)
La la la di di la deny
La la la lala la la la lie
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A just di kids from foreign
How di man gon manage
9 inches of lead
Out to do damage
They head pon di microphone
Dem have fi respect that
Di lesson, definition
Of di Boom-Shak-A-Tack
Di kid pon di micropohone
Mi naw lay down flat
Entertain mental for
All open enjoyment dem join in
A lyrical technician
Dat is my employment
Kids from foreign
How di man gon manage
Boom-Shak-A-Tack
Natural fact
Head pon di microphone
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Don' lay down flat (Chittle-lee-lee-dannon-e-wine, Woy)
Boom-Shak-A-Tack
Natural fact
Dam head pon di microphone (Chittle-lee-lee-dannon-e-wine, Woh-ooh-woy)
Don' lay down flat
Sayonara, amigo (I say di kids dem mosh it up)
We'll see you tomorrow (Bam bam!)
Sayonara, amigo (Flex it off)
We kill a soundboy
For a few more peso (Budda-rind-ding-ding)
Sayonara, amigo
You know that Born Jamericans
Are on to El Paso
Sayonara, amigo
Dis is a lesson, definiton
Of di Boom-Shak-A-Tack
Written by Lou Donaldson/Norman Howell/Horace Payne/Ronny Thwaite