Sipple it down-down, sipple it down-down
It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston town
Some man have no manners, steal and try fi beg a thing
If you no drop no green, a strait of dissing thing
Sun a bun traffic, it’s a slow rhythm
JCF a move rough, them bus' the M16
Some man a drive up and down, them have the latest thing
Machine fit in a them jeans a show off girls and bling
Smell of marijuana round the corner them juggling
One mad man get 'im food straight outta the garbage bin, ey!
Sipple it down-down, sipple it down-down
It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston town
This a the gun land
Blood run cold, blood 'pon the white sand
Concrete a bun put some pads up your chin
Bad Babylon boy them kill a youth and one old woman a chant some
An' while a neck sit a monster the rat-ta-ta-tan-ta
Them dig more grave than rooms up-a Hilton
Small community get wash up by a blood stain
Every weekend same routine with new function
Pusher them count more dead than 9−11 destruction, ey!
Sipple it down-down, sipple it down-down
It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston town
The gyal them pants tight like rubber suit
And a them blouse one tiny something hide up perfect boobs
Them always a smile if you a go pay the I Them a go play you one trick if you a mama’s boy
It’s a tough man town, there’s no crown and no throne
It a go, lick you down, with a, dancehall soun'
If you a stranger and you drive, make sure you know the route
You don’t wanna get salute by a gun dispute
Sipple it down-down, sipple it down-down
It’s a rudeboy town, it’s Kingston town