Dis Di Man
Beenie Man Lyrics


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Man a badman, but mi a no mad man
Anything fi gwaan unuh know Tristan
Me naw go a Maddens true no man
Me rather go a jail true Norman
But a di gyal dem program mi come pon
Woman a mi only companion
And a me one mi gyal friend brace pon
Mi go a Dance stable, mi put rum pon
Dancehall can I ask unuh a question?
Hands, who ready fi kill deamon?
Caw di devil dem no stop from pree man
And dem no know

When we explode
This is what I do
Money inna mi clothe
And di gyal dem overload
Ganja smoker blow
Mi friend dem for a club

When wi touch di road
When wi touch di road
When wi touch di road

Member mi no God, mi no Jesus, no call mi no devil
Me love Danielle cause she a my rebel
Mi eye dem pop out when Tifa start bubble
Saw inna spike heal, hope shi can dribble
Mi love sunshine shi bad, shi can juggle
That's why mi haffi give Carleen a double
Call me sexy but give too much trouble
Me and Angel did married so wi cuddle

When we explode
This is what I do
Money inna mi clothe
And di gyal dem overload
Ganja smoker blow
Mi friend dem for a club

When wi touch di road
When wi touch di road
When wi touch di road

Mentally dem drunk, Fambo who does that?
Man weh drive man car fi gyal seh dem hot
A scrub dem a talk bout dem meck party shot
Buy a one Heineken and a gwaan like a box
A sip whole night till di Heineken hot
I am a boss, dem know that is a fact
When mi touch di road money pile up and stock
Da one yah a fi who know that

When we explode
This is what I do
Money inna mi clothe
And di gyal dem overload
Ganja smoker blow
Mi friend dem for a club

When wi touch di road
When wi touch di road
When wi touch di road

Man a badman, but mi a no mad man
Anything fi gwaan unuh know Tristan
Me naw go a Maddens true no man
Me rather go a jail true Norman
But a di gyal dem program mi come pon
Woman a mi only companion
And a me one mi gyal friend brace pon
Mi go a Dance stable, mi put rum pon
Dancehall can I ask unuh a question?
Hands, who ready fi kill deamon?
Caw di devil dem no stop from pree man
And dem no know

When we explode
This is what I do
Money inna mi clothe
And di gyal dem overload
Ganja smoker blow
Mi friend dem for a club

When wi touch di road




When wi touch di road
When wi touch di road

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Beenie Man's song Dis Di Man are about the life of a badman in Jamaica. The song starts off with the artist acknowledging his position as a badman, but also distinguishing that he is not crazy. He chooses to stay away from certain places and situations where he could get caught by the authorities. Beenie Man also talks about how he surrounds himself with women and puts on programs for them in dancehall clubs. The lyrics also touch on the topic of killing demons and the constant threat of violence in the life of a badman.


The lyrics in the second verse are focused more heavily on the women in the artist's life. He mentions different women by name and their qualities that he likes. He jokes about wanting to see one woman "dribble" or walk in high heels, and how he gives another woman, Carleen, a "double" or two drinks. The verse also mentions the artist's wealth, with references to money piling up when he goes out and the overload of women around him.


Overall, the lyrics depict the dangerous and promiscuous lifestyle of a badman in Jamaica, while also highlighting the artist's relationships with women and his wealth.


Line by Line Meaning

Man a badman, but mi a no mad man
I am a tough man, but not crazy


Anything fi gwaan unuh know Tristan
I can handle any situation, ask Tristan


Me naw go a Maddens true no man
I won't go to Maddens because of any person


Me rather go a jail true Norman
I would rather go to jail because of Norman


But a di gyal dem program mi come pon
The women attract me so I go after them


Woman a mi only companion
I am only with women


And a me one mi gyal friend brace pon
I depend on one specific female friend


Mi go a Dance stable, mi put rum pon
I go to a Dance stable and bring rum


Dancehall can I ask unuh a question?
Can I ask a question to the people in the Dancehall?


Hands, who ready fi kill deamon?
Who is ready to kill the devil?


Caw di devil dem no stop from pree man
The devil never stops bothering people


When we explode
When we succeed


This is what I do
This is how I handle it


Money inna mi clothe
I have money in my clothes


And di gyal dem overload
And I have too many women


Ganja smoker blow
I smoke marijuana


Mi friend dem for a club
My friends and I go to a club


When wi touch di road
When we hit the road


Member mi no God, mi no Jesus, no call mi no devil
Remember that I am not God, Jesus or the devil


Me love Danielle cause she a my rebel
I love Danielle because she is my rebel


Mi eye dem pop out when Tifa start bubble
My eyes pop out when Tifa starts dancing


Saw inna spike heal, hope shi can dribble
I hope she can dance in high heels


Mi love sunshine shi bad, shi can juggle
I love sunshine because she is talented


That's why mi haffi give Carleen a double
That's why I have to treat Carleen extra special


Mentally dem drunk, Fambo who does that?
They act crazy, who does that except for Fambo?


Man weh drive man car fi gyal seh dem hot
Men who drive other men's cars to impress women


A scrub dem a talk bout dem meck party shot
They act like they make the party happen, but they're just losers


Buy a one Heineken and a gwaan like a box
They buy one Heineken and act like they're rich


A sip whole night till di Heineken hot
They sip on the one drink all night until it's warm


I am a boss, dem know that is a fact
I am a leader, everyone knows that


When mi touch di road money pile up and stock
When I hit the road, the money accumulates




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Written by: Justus Arison, Moses Anthony Davis

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