Pro-Gress

(Yo Ridwaan)
 From a dolla' to a mill'
 From e ghetto now wi inna Bugatti
 Every man a look a ting
 Mi run di road like taxi pon di route
 Dem lock di avenue, mi cold, Pasadena, Malibu
 Yow a wah duh you? Mi bold
 Man a African fi true, classic attribute
 Mi affi chop di food, fi give mi family and mi yute
 Di Gad recruit
 Di gadgets and di troops like di Nazis and di Jews
 Tell di Babylon fi move, weh si di katty and refuse
 Get di matches and di fuel
 Gi dem ashes and di fume
 Yeah, wi bad beyond di moon
 Highest altitude
 Mi contribute to persecute christian, waah fi have mi yute
 Rasta gyal weh have di roots, weh power up mi cocky root
 A baddaz inna mi room weh interact wid attitude
 Mi nuh plan fi lose, guh tell dem seh mi have a lot fi prove (yooo)
 From a dolla' to a mill' (million)
 From e ghetto now wi inna Bugatti (vroom)
 Every pretty gyal a look a mi (cuh' deh)
 And every man a look a ting (jah know)
 'Cah wi stack it from a dolla' to a mill' (million)
 From e ghetto now wi inna Bugatti (vroom)
 Every pretty gyal a look a mi
 And every man a look a ting
 Extraterrestrial
 Antichrist, mi well ginnal, di Gad devise a stealth mission
 Mi glad fi rise di Tec', di Cal, nuh shot e' like di Remington
 Yuh cyaa' deny mi precision
 I'm di vilest West Indian, jah know
 Look weh mi ketch di man, a buy chicken and festival
 A weh yuh friends mi Don, no one to stretch a helping hand
 Mi knock him wi di 21
 Anuh nutt'n technical
 Superlative rendition
 A hell di devil send mi from
 Dem nuh wicked like a wi, mi grip it properly (pow)
 Shot a kick inna body, him inna agony, yeah
 Full clip inna 'Matic, nuh pickin' a pocket
 Heart cold, Minneapolis and wi nuh act as if
 Mi and mi gyal inna malice, seh mi a gyalis
 Seh she never run up inna nut'n likka dis
 Suh di next plane out, she a hop on it
 'Cah dis yah life yah she cyaa' badda wid (but baby)
 Wi stack it from a dolla' to a mill' (million)
 From e ghetto now wi inna Bugatti (vroom)
 Every pretty gyal a look a mi (cuh' deh)
 And every man a look a ting (jah know)
 Wi stack it from a dolla' to a mill' (million)
 From e ghetto now wi inna Bugatti (fat ride)
 Every pretty gyal a look a mi
 And every man a look a ting
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 (Every pretty gyal a look a mi)
 (And every man a look a ting)