Naâman - Skanking shoes [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Oh yes iddren we affi come down again
Have you got skanking shoes me friend
That's the way we come a road hey Fatbabs !
I need a club, I need a vibe, I need a mic ina me hand, I need a crazy selecta so ruffa than dem
A dirty dancehall tell dem again ina the morning yes fi warm up me body when Kingston is burning
I need a really smelly spliff because me nah sing without me weed, I need a meditation time high grade give the spin
Rum in my bottle and me like it with nothing, what's about me shoes man serious ting
Let's see what kind a shoes they got ina the little corner shop. Roots rocker rock steady ska and one drop
Feel how it moves up your feet pon the ground We need a good not a swagga one
There is no reason for the bad dressed feet to jump up
So never let a scammer do the job, if you dress it up man affi dress it up nicer
Hey Rude boy !
Skanking, dash away your boots man we skanking
Spoil up your foot just skanking, put on your skanking shoes
Skanking, dash away your boots man we skanking
Spoil up your foot just skanking, put on your skanking shoes
I was a youth, a pickney, practicing the beat killing
Pilling the vinyl pilling ragga magazine when sickness came over me
Oh what a fever, sickness came over me (Oh what a fever !)
With no doubt today it rules me destiny. Mix up the dance of me job it's my favorite
I like to do it cool, juicy in July, Naâman can be sweet if you nice up me mood and me body
So me shoes me depend on fi skank it all night long quality prevails that's me deep rooted position
Naâman top ranking smooth feet a skank it, real cobbler yes your foot affi love it and
Skanking shoes Deep Rockers, official skanking shoes seller, skanking shoes my brothers
Hey rude boy !
Skanking, dash away your boots man we skanking
Spoil up your foot just skanking, put on your skanking shoes (That's what we do now)
Skanking, dash away your boots man we skanking
Spoil up your foot just skanking, put on your skanking shoes, yeah
I need a club, I need a vibe, I need a mic ina me hand, I need a crazy selecta so ruffa than dem
A dirty dancehall tell dem again ina the morning yes fi warm up me body when Paris is burning
I need a really smelly spliff because me nah sing without me weed, I need a meditation time high grade give the spin
Rum in my bottle and me like it with nothing, what's about me shoes man serious ting
Let's see what kind a shoes they got ina the little corner shop. Roots rocker rock steady ska and one drop
Feel how it moves up your feet pon the ground We need a good not a swagga one
There is no reason for the bad dressed feet to jump up
So never let a scammer do the job, if you dress it up man affi dress it up nicer
Hey Rude boy !
Skanking, dash away your boots man we skanking
Spoil up your foot just skanking, put on your skanking shoes
Skanking, dash away your boots man we skanking
Spoil up your foot just skanking, put on your skanking shoes