GOoD hAIR Natty

There are 75,000 Rastamen in Jamaica, they're easily recognised

They don't cut their hair and wear it in long pigtails called dreadlocks

They all say their religions and worship the dead emperor of Abyssinia, Haile Selassie, as Jah, God

And through their marijuana haze, they dream of going back to Africa

I'm too obsessed with good hair, never got use to haircuts

Barbers gone work on my edges, then I'm trimming my moustache

TSA, TSA, TSA, spray that thing and go tsa-tsa-tsa

Front line, front line, front line, cut that thing and make it sharp, sharp, sharp

When I'm sitting in the bus, please don't scratch my fade

Please don't touch my afro, of course don't badge my fade