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 (Every pretty gyal a look a mi) (And every man a look a ting)