Yeah what's goin' on here
Sick an' tired of five oh runnin' up on the block
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo Snow  they came around here lookin' for you the other day
Word? Word! Bust it!

Informer  you no say Daddy me Snow me I'll go blame
A licky Boom Boom Down
Detective mon said Daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky Boom Boom Down
Informer  you no say Daddy me Snow me I'll go blame
A licky Boom Boom Down
Detective mon said Daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane
A licky Boom Boom Down

Police them come an' now they blow down me door
One him come crawl through, through my window
So then they put me in the back the car at the station
From that point on me reach my destination
When the destination reached, it was the east detention, where them
Whipped down me pants, looked up me bottom, so

So bigger they are they think they have more power
They're on the phone me say that on (every) hour
Me for want to use it once an' now me call me lover
Lover who I'll be callin' is the one Tammy
An' me love her in me heart down to my belly-a
Yes me Daddy me Snow me I feel cool an' deadly
As the one MC Shan an' the one Daddy Snow
Together we-a love 'em as a Tor-Na-Do

So listen for me, you better listen for me now
Listen for me, you better listen for me now
When me rockin' the microphone me rock it steady
Yes sir, Daddy me Snow me are the article don
But in the in an' the out of a dance them they say where you come from-a
People them say you come from Jamaica
But me born an' raised in the ghetto that's the one I want you to know-a
Pure black people mon that's all I mon know
Yeah me shoes are tear up an' me toes used to show-a
Where me born in on the one Toronto, so

Come with a nice young lady
Intelligent, yes she's gentle an' irie
Everywhere me go, me never left her at all-ie
Yes, it's Daddy Snow me are the roam dance mon-a
Roam between a dancin' in a in a nation-a
You never know say Daddy me Snow me are the Boom Shakata
Me never lay-a down flat in that one cardboard box-a
Yes say me Daddy me Snow me I'll go reachin' at the top, so

Why would he?

Me sittin' 'round cool with my dibbie-dibbie girl
Police knock my door
Lick up my pal
Rough me up an' I can't do a thing
Pick up my line, when my telephone ring
Take me to the station
Black up my hands
Trail me down, cuz I'm hangin' with the Snowman
What I'm gonna do
I'm backed an' I'm trapped
Slap me in the face an' took all o' my gap
They have no clues an' they wanna get warmer
But Shan won't turn Informer!