Mama, mama, dem hold papa,
Say they charge him fe' smoke ganja.
If me never jump the fence dem hold me too,
So tell me mama, what we gonna do?
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Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do?
Next week, next week is the case.
Him have a dread judge to face.
Him ha' fe' either see in space
Or make the doctor man work on him face.
[Chorus]
Next door neighbor, dem hold your son,
They say they find him with one gun,
An' there's no need to mention
Him going to get an indefinite detention.
[Chorus]
Him know nobody
So him ha' fe' remain in custody.
Him see Babylon, him stand up an' screw,
Say, him never knew it was a curfew.
[Chorus 2x]
