Pro-Gress

(Yo, Ridwaan) From a dollar to a mil' From e ghetto now we inna Bugatti Every man ah look a ting Me run di road like taxi pon di route Them lock di avenue, me cold Pasadena, Malibu Yo ah wah do you? Me bold Man a African fi true, classic attribute Me haffi chop di food fi give mi family and mi yute Di God recruit di gadgets and di troops Like di Nazis and di Jews Tell di Babylon fi move weh see di catty and refuse Get di matches and di fuel, give dem ashes and di fume Yo, we bad beyond di moon, highest altitude (yeah) Me contribute to prostitute, Christian wan' fi have mi yute Rasta gyal weh have di roots weh power up mi cocky root A baddaz inna mi room weh interact with attitude Me nuh plan fi lose, go tell dem seh me have a lot fi prove From a dollar to a mil' From e ghetto now we inna Bugatti (vroom) Every pretty gyal ah look at me (coo deh) And every man ah look a ting (Jah know) Cah we stack it from a dollar to a mil' (million) From e ghetto now we inna Bugatti (vroom) Every pretty gyal a look at me And every man ah look a ting Extra terrestial Anti-christ mi well ginnal Di God devise a stealth mission Mi glad fi rise e Technical And shot it like de Remington You cyaan' deny mi precision I'm di vilest West Indian (Jah know) Look weh me catch di man ah buy chicken and festival Ah weh you friends mi don? No one fi stretch a helping hand Me knock him wid di 21 Ah nuh nothin' technical Superlative rendition Ah hell di devil send me from Dem nuh wicked like ah we Me grip it properly (pow) Shot ah kick inna body, him inna agony Yeah, full clip inna 'Matic, nuh pick inna pocket Heart cold, Minneapolis And we nuh act as if (yeah) Me and mi gyal inna malice, say me a gyallis Say she never run up inna nothin' like ah dis So di next plane out she ah hop pon it Cah dis ah life 'ya she cyaan' bodda wid (but baby) We stack it from a dollar to a mil' (million) From e ghetto now we inna Bugatti (vroom) Every pretty gyal ah look at me (coo deh) And every man ah look a ting (Jah know) We stack it from a dollar to a mil' (million) From e ghetto now we inna Bugatti (top driver) Every pretty gyal a look at me And every man ah look a ting Every pretty gyal a look at me And every man ah look a ting