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THE GAME OF LOVE AND UNITY
Rupee ft. Shaggy and Faye-Ann Lyons
Cricket World Cup 2007 Official Theme Song
Chorus (at the start)
Play, in this beautiful game
Where the rules and aim
Remain the same
It's the game of love unity
Play, in this beautiful game
Where the rules and aim
Will never change
It's the game of love unity
Verse 1
Sending out invitations
All over the world
Every race, every class,
Every man, every girl
Whether near, whether far
Come and join in the fun
(Oh na na na)
This is it, one big game that you cannot miss
No matter who you are - everyone's on the list
This is the game of life and we all are one
(So come along)
Chorus (repeated twice)
Play, in this beautiful game
Where the rules and aim
Remain the same
It's the game of love unity
Play, in this beautiful game
Where the rules and aim
Will never change
It's the game of love unity
Dancehall breakaway (repeated twice)(Shaggy)
We run the place
We set the pace
We lead the chase
Everybody participate and -
No time to waste
Lift up the pace and celebrate
It's our obligation
We fascinate, we captivate
Your mind, your heart, soul and
Rhythm of the nation
We play, we play
We feel the game
Come on, come on
Let me see you gyrate
Verse 2(Faye-Ann Lyons)
Bring along all your friends
And tell them join in
Cause this game never ends
Once it begins
We will spread peace and love
For eternity
All your worries and stress
Let them all go
We won't settle for less
Cause we're all MELLO
Bring your heart and your soul and set your mind free
Chorus (repeated twice)
Play, in this beautiful game
Where the rules and aim
Remain the same
It's the game of love unity
Play, in this beautiful game
Where the rules and aim
Will never change
It's the game of love unity
Bridge
We will rejoice
And sound our voice
Cause we are one together
L.O.V.E. and unity,
Forever
Chorus (repeated to the end)
Play, in this beautiful game
Where the rules and aim
Remain the same
It's the game of love unity
Play, in this beautiful game
Where the rules and aim
Will never change
It's the game of love unity
BROOKLYN & JAMAICA (REMIX)
Morgan Heritage, Red Fox, Screechie Dan & Shaggy
Statement Riddim 2007
Intro: Gramps
Mi seh this is the remix with no tricks you know it's Gideon and Jukebox
Shaggy (Peter):
Easy Heritage, original Brooklynites, oh you know we gotta rep Flatbush
Screechie Dan, Red Fox, Shaggy (It's for your brain, music for your brain yeah)
Verse 1: Shaggy (Morgan Heritage)
Come pon we base and a bare talk yuh trace
(Dat caan gwaan a Flatbush, yuh hear this)
How yuh a brandish yuh ting inna yuh waist
(Dat caan gwaan a Flatbush, yuh hear this)
Nuh bodda tink yuh can come pass yuh place
(Dat caan gwaan a Flatbush, yuh hear this)
Di garrison nuh tolerate disgrace
(Dat caan gwaan a Flatbush)
Chorus: Peter
Just ask about Brooklyn, and how the ganja move in the street
And when your poor you cant sleep
Ask mi bout Brooklyn, where everyday another bites the dust
True so much gunshot a buss
Just ask mi bout Jamaica, where life is gettin harder
And if you ever come on yah
Ask mi bout Jamaica, whether policeman and soldier
Nuh stop charge man fi murda, so
Verse 2: Shaggy
Break out di duct tape di lass or di matic
Mek nuh dive do nuh bodda try start nuh static
Cau Flatbush don't tolerate don't rass mi (?)
We bug dem from dem look psychotic
Yo! We nuh waan we nuh wann we nuh waan well we nuh care
Still they gwaan plan di ambush cau we nuh care
Full a connects like George Bush well we nuh care
From yuh bright light to Flatbush yuh disappear
Chorus: Peter
Just ask about Brooklyn, and how the ganja move in the street
And when your poor you cant sleep
Ask mi bout Brooklyn, where everyday another bites the dust
True so much gunshot a buss
Just ask mi bout Jamaica, where life is gettin harder
And if you ever come on yah
Ask mi bout Jamaica, whether policeman and soldier
Nuh stop charge man fi murda, so
Verse 3: Screechie Dan
Ask mi bout Flatbush, Brownsville, all about Brooklyn
Fort Greene, Park Heights, all around Crown Heights
Hustlin, stackin chips, all around Bushwick
Anyweh di hustle deh Brooklyn a go fi it
Ask Vanderbuilt, Newkirk, New Lots, Two First
Ova nineties police a stop and reverse
Nasty Canarsie thugs nuh know karate
Pass di big ting mek dem clap it
Chorus: Peter
Just ask about Brooklyn, and how the ganja move in the street
And when your poor you cant sleep
Ask mi bout Brooklyn, where everyday another bites the dust
True so much gunshot a buss
Just ask mi bout Jamaica, where life is gettin harder
And if you ever come on yah
Ask mi bout Jamaica, whether policeman and soldier
Nuh stop charge man fi murda, so
Verse 4: Red Fox
Well pon di Flat inna di Bush weh part di most drugs a push
Inna di Bush pon di Flat yuh find di most set of crooks
Babylon light a flash dem a look a man fi book
Man a mash dem stash, welcome to Flatbush
Weh di gal dem hot weh all di gangstas juke
Find a pin to an hat and just stop to tek a look
Well a one don nuh deh yah every man have dem book
Betta watch yuh step yuh might lose a foot
Chorus: Peter
Just ask about Brooklyn, and how the ganja move in the street
And when your poor you cant sleep
Ask mi bout Brooklyn, where everyday another bites the dust
True so much gunshot a buss
Just ask mi bout Jamaica, where life is gettin harder
And if you ever come on yah
Ask mi bout Jamaica, whether policeman and soldier
Nuh stop charge man fi murda, so
Outro: Gramps
You know it's the remix, Morgan Heritage, Shaggy, Screechie Dan, Red Fox
The original Ruff Entry, forever, Jukebox, Gideon Music, you know
Two thousand seven beyond
COME AROUND SUPERSTAR REMIX
Collie Buddz featuring Aztec, B-Real, Paul Wall, Ray Cash and Shaggy
[Intro: Collie Buddz]
A Buddz weh mi seh!!!
Yuh know this a di ganja remix!
From Bermuda, to Jamaica, to Cali, to Texas, back out to Cleveland
Yuh know, Paul Wall weh yuh seh!!!
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
I'm leanin, I got my drink poured up extra thick
The mud is purple grab a couple of ice and take a sip
Po' a ounce po' a deuce baby po' a fo'
Have a taste drink it slow and you be on the flo'
The dro is twisted up but me I'm 'bout to mix it up
Drinkin that expensive taste with Skinhead Rob I'm leanin tough
I'm talkin 'bout the ocean potion call it Texas tea
Leanin like a kick stand pass it right here straight to me
My partner Keke gave me tips and put me on game
He told me splash some grape soda call it purple rain
I need that potent dungeon punch po' me a cup
Everytime I come around I'm leanin up that purple stuff
[Bridge: Collie Buddz]
Finally di herbs come around, come around, come around, come around...
[Verse 2: B-Real]
We break it up, roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
And pass it to the left until you tell us that you had enough
Inhale, exhale, blow the smoke out your lungs
Once you hit the kush I think you know just where I'm comin from
They call me green thumb, if you need some
I excercise my freedom and bring you the best weed son
See son, in the kingdom we got it down
We smokin up the green shit money no Bobby Brown
It's funny how we blaze it in the club, in the spliff or in the blunt
You can put it in the pipe and smoke it up all night
What you hatin for I smoke with the spirit of Bob Marley
If you think you gonna stop I'm sorry not hardly
Feelin kind of oddly, defiant, and ready to party
And gettin retarded, once this motherfuckin session started
We blown trees up sp freeze up ease up
The general population sayin please relief us
[Bridge: Collie Buddz]
Finally di herbs come around, come around, come around, come around...
[Verse 3: Shaggy]
Buss a shot fi di herbs man dem on yah
From then we root up di good marijuana
Di farmer, smoke fill di air like a sauna
Weed smoke a roam a give yuh di good karma
Nah choke yah, fire fi di cigarette smoker
It a joke cau di sensi a burn we float yah
Higher than di clouds we deh bout yah
Babylon waan fi straight flush it but this yah a nuh poker
Sekkle now, blast pick up di ting don't mek dem tek oonu
Cau from dem see yuh wid a spliff dem suspect oonu
Stress oonu, right haffi read before dem tek oonu
Cau yuh know di law nuh protect oonu
Food haffi mek yuh know, caan mek di shit still affect oonu
See unda di rdar nuh mek dem detect oonu
Inspect oonu, seems like babylon dem nuh respect oonu
Tek heed di warnin Selassie I bless oonu
[Bridge: Collie Buddz]
Finally di herbs come around, come around, come around, come around...
[Verse 4: Aztec]
Yeah! One shot for the gangstas one shot for the hustlers
Three now for La Raza gettin high like a rasta
A.K.'s with the fifty round drum
The Ch-ch-ch-ch-chopper goes ra pom pom pmo boy!
So who waan romp with me?
The wolfpack run these fuckin streets ok!
So, what you 'gon say? Who waan play?
I hit hard papi Aztec bumbaye
Jey! Now do as I do, do as I say
And we don't have problems if you do it my way
Uh! Pistol torn heaven right after the blunts light up
Let me get one more puff lord I be right up
[Bridge: Collie Buddz]
Finally di herbs come around, come around, come around, come around...
[Verse 5: Ray Cash]
Nothin less than a hundred pounds
I'm known to smoke heavy but yet and still it goes down
Connected with the pounds of the good kush and good haze
Good weed keeps me high sometime keeps me paid
Sweet sweet sensi mixed with blueberries and grapefruits
Goibble up that fruit salad, was hit at with Grey Goose
Cheapest price in the city if you need that direction
Them dope boys love me (Love me) They smoke that steady fetti
My eyes are, heavy, shoulders, lean
On that, Dro like, boing-oing-oing-oing
Talkin, slow like, nah, mean
Resources is that purple, I blow it by the circle
Look, I know the tin man, the real tin man
(Nigga you Cash?!) Now really we close friends man
And my homey Gill got his ass across the border
I've been waitin five days and today I got my order
Like finally.........
[Chorus: Collie Buddz]
Finally di herbs come around
Di hygrade weh mi look fah mi get it by di pound yeah
When Collie Buddz come around
A pure ganja man tune just a lick dem from di sound yeah
Finally di herbs come around
Di hygrade weh man a look fah mi stock it by di pound yeah
When babylon a come around
Ask dem weh dem a go search fah?
