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Kingston Town
Alborosie Lyrics


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Sipple it down down, sipple it down down
It's a rudeboy town, it's Kingston town
Sipple it down down, sipple it down down
It's a rudeboy town, it's Kingston town

Some man have no manners, steal an try fi beg a thing
If you no drop no green, a straight up dissing ting
Sun a bun traffic, it's a slow riddim
JCF a move rough, dem bus' di M16
Some man a drive up an dung, dem have di latest ting
Machine fit inna dem jeans a show off girls and bling
Smell of marijuana round di corner dem juggling
One mad man get 'im food straight outta di garbage bin, ey!

Sipple it down down, sipple it down down
It's a rudeboy town, it's Kingston town
Sipple it down down, sipple it down down
It's a rudeboy town, it's Kingston town
Sipple it down down, sipple it down down
It's a rudeboy town, it's Kingston town
Sipple it down down, sipple it down down
It's a rudeboy town, it's Kingston town

Dis a di gun land
Blood run cold pon di white sand
Concrete a bun put some pads up your chin
Ba-Babylon boy dem kill a youth an one old woman a chant some
An while a neck sit a monster di rat-ta-ta-tan-ta
Dem dig more grave than rooms up-a Hilton
Small community get wash up by a blood stain
Every weekend same routine with new function
Pusher dem count more dead than 9/11 destruction, ey!

Sipple it down down, sipple it down down
It's a rudeboy town, it's Kingston town
Sipple it down down, sipple it down down
It's a rudeboy town, it's Kingston town
Sipple it down down, sipple it down down
It's a rudeboy town, it's Kingston town
Sipple it down down, sipple it down down
It's a rudeboy town, it's Kingston town

Di gyal dem pants tight like rubber suit
And a dem blouse one tiny something hide up perfect boobs
Dem always a smile if you a-go pay di I
Dem a go play you one trick if you a mama's boy
It's a tough man town, there's no crown and no throne
It a go, lick you down, with a, dancehall sound
If you a stranger and you drive, mek sure you know the route
You don't wanna get salute by a gun dispute

Sipple it down down, sipple it down down
It's a rudeboy town, it's Kingston town
Sipple it down down, sipple it down down
It's a rudeboy town, it's Kingston town
Sipple it down down, sipple it down down
It's a rudeboy town, it's Kingston town
Sipple it down down, sipple it down down
It's a rudeboy town, it's Kingston town

Overall Meaning

The song "Kingston Town" by Alborosie is a depiction of life in Kingston, Jamaica. The opening lines, "Sipple it down down, sipple it down down, It's a rudeboy town, it's Kingston town," set the tone for the song as Alborosie describes the city as a tough and dangerous place. He describes the lack of manners of some people who resort to stealing and begging if they don't have money. He also enlightens the listener about the JCF, Jamaica Constabulary Force, moving rough with their weapons and the prevalent use of marijuana in the city. He gives numerous accounts of the perils of living in Kingston, with gun violence taking center-stage. He also mentions that the city is not welcoming to strangers, as one needs to be aware of their surroundings to avoid confrontations.


The song powerfully highlights the social and economic struggles faced by the people of Kingston. Despite the fact that the song paints a grim picture of Kingston, the song's chorus is quite catchy, with Alborosie chanting "sipple it down down" repeatedly. This serves as a clever contrast to the darkness of the verses.


Line by Line Meaning

Sipple it down down, sipple it down down
Drink it down slowly


It's a rudeboy town, it's Kingston town
Kingston is known for its rudeboys


Some man have no manners, steal an try fi beg a thing
Some men lack manners and resort to stealing and begging


If you no drop no green, a straight up dissing ting
If you don't have money to give, you'll be insulted


Sun a bun traffic, it's a slow riddim
The sun is scorching, and traffic is moving slowly


JCF a move rough, dem bus' di M16
The Jamaican police force is using brute force and weapons to maintain order


Some man a drive up an dung, dem have di latest ting
Some men drive expensive cars to show off their wealth


Machine fit inna dem jeans a show off girls and bling
They wear tight jeans to show off their valuables and attract women


Smell of marijuana round di corner dem juggling
Marijuana is being sold and smoked on street corners


One mad man get 'im food straight outta di garbage bin, ey!
A mentally ill person is eating food from a garbage bin


Dis a di gun land
Guns are prevalent in Jamaica


Blood run cold pon di white sand
There is violence on the beaches


Concrete a bun put some pads up your chin
Concrete is so hot, it could burn your chin


Ba-Babylon boy dem kill a youth an one old woman a chant some
Babylon police kill young men and old women


An while a neck sit a monster di rat-ta-ta-tan-ta
Gunshots can be heard all over Kingston


Dem dig more grave than rooms up-a Hilton
There are more graves than hotel rooms in Kingston


Small community get wash up by a blood stain
Small communities are devastated by bloodshed


Every weekend same routine with new function
Violence occurs every weekend


Pusher dem count more dead than 9/11 destruction, ey!
Drug dealers have caused more deaths than the 9/11 attack


Di gyal dem pants tight like rubber suit
Women wear tight pants like a second skin


And a dem blouse one tiny something hide up perfect boobs
Women wear revealing blouses to enhance their breasts


Dem always a smile if you a-go pay di I
Women will smile if you're willing to pay for their services


Dem a go play you one trick if you a mama's boy
Women will deceive you if you're naive and dependent on your mother


It's a tough man town, there's no crown and no throne
Kingston is a place for tough and independent people without royalty


It a go, lick you down, with a, dancehall sound
The music can be aggressive and overpowering


If you a stranger and you drive, mek sure you know the route
If you're a tourist driving in Kingston, make sure you know where you're going


You don't wanna get salute by a gun dispute
You don't want to get caught in a shootout




Lyrics © Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Barrington Michael Brown, Henry Lawes, Reanno Devon Gordon

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