Don Dada
David Rodigan Lyrics

Well well well, yuh see some likkle bwoy a come talk bout Gold teet front teet side teet colored teet a we pull all teet And if yuh don't like it di whole nine tek yuh face Mi forty five beat yuh see it, doggard dweet
One needs to beware of little boys who talk and brag about their gold teeth, which we can rip out. And if one has a problem with that, they will get shot by my forty five, that's what will happen.

Follow mi now, follow mi now, so wah Jah mon a where dem waan fi ram it up A Mr. Cat a where dem waan fi go ram it up And all di doggart style and dem a crush it up From ova stereo my sound a weh dem pick it up When Burro Banton and Demus a tear it up A Mr. Cat inna di crew and dem a rip it up A Don dadda, fi all DJ Mr. Cat a don dadda Run go tell it to yuh sista yuh bredda and modda Nuh bwoy nah go test Super Cat and folla Di yute yah jah mon like a gabriel hamma
People should follow me, as I lead the way. Jah is the place where my crew wants to dominate. They want to go where Mr. Cat is crushing it. People pick up my sounds from their stereos, and everyone is enjoying the songs played by Burro Banton, Demus, and Mr. Cat. I am a Don dadda, and everyone knows that Mr. Cat is a great DJ. They should go and tell their sisters, brothers, and mothers that nobody can test Super Cat and survive. This youth is as powerful as the Hammer of Gabriel, which cannot be easy to handle.

This yute a come fi juke dem like a satan mocca Jah mon we come fi lick like a sterlin choppa Yuh see di general yuh come fi talk to mi proppa Fah anytime mi come mi come fi deal wid di matta Hear mi now yute mi seh dog eat yuh suppa Come listen Mr. Cat pon di riddim mi satta Mi lay dung pon di riddim like a two front fire And seckle inna di riddim like a bomb pon fire Yuh sleep pon wire may we sleep in fire And anytime mi come mi seh di place catch a fire Fi fi fi fi fi fi
This young man is here to stab people like Satan's dagger. We come to strike like a sterling chopper. If someone wants to talk to the boss, they should come to me anytime. Young man, beware that your supper might become food for the dog. Come and listen to Mr. Cat on the rhythm he sets. I lie down and relax on the rhythm like a two-fronted fire. I settle in it like a bomb on fire. You may sleep on a wire, but we sleep in the fire. And anytime I come, the place catches fire.

Seh don dadda, don don don don don don don don dadda Fi all odda DJ Mr. Cat a don dadda A gold teet front teet mi seh back dung to Shabba Di bwoy nah go test Super Cat and folla I tell yuh this a yute weh di junglist folla I tell yuh this a yute weh di Spanglers folla I tell yuh this a yute weh di Uptown a folla I tell yuh this a yute weh di Mallers folla I tell yuh this a yute weh di Firehouse folla And downtown and uptown and dung inna Warricka A walk from Jungle go straight to ova Rema Gun inna yuh back, and hitch upon yuh holster Some a front teet but a we a don dadda Nuh bwoy nah go test I an I and folla
I am the Don dadda and everyone knows it. Every other DJ, including Mr. Cat, knows this too. Gold teeth were once attributed to Shabba Ranks, but now it's all about me. Nobody can test me and survive. This youth is followed by the hardcore junglists, Spanglers, Uptown, Mallers, and Firehouse goers. That includes downtown, uptown, and Warricka. You can walk from jungle straight to ova Rema, and there might be a gun in your back, so hold onto your holster. They may have gold teeth, but we are the don dadda. Nobody can test me and survive.

But this is not denim or software coppa I tell yuh bout salt, and mi bredrin name peppa When salt get salt then a peppa get hotta And one a dem a end up inna hospital stretcha Di next day jah man him name it come inna di Gleaner Hear mi now yute yuh fi put dung di choppa And stop boost yuh fren a talk bout yuh have di bomba I tell yuh this a yute have di nuclear power Di minute every time every night every hour A when dem see di general dem haffi tek cover, come come come come Fi all odda DJ Cat a don dadda From front teet gold teet mi seh straight back to Shabba Go tell it to yuh sista yuh bredrin and modda And tell it to di crew pon di road weh yuh folla We dust out di nozzle and di stoppa and di bomba This a yute yah come fi stop dem like a Tarzan dagga This a yute yah come fi juke dem like a Satan mocca I tell yuh this a yute Jah Jah know a don dadda Don don don don don don don don dadda
This is not about denim or software. I want to talk to you about Salt and Pepper. When Salt gets his way, Pepper gets even hotter, and sometimes, they may both end up in the hospital on a stretcher. The next day, Jah man mentions it in the Gleaner. Young man, you should stop boasting to your friends about the bomb you have because it's not something to be proud of. This youth has nuclear power and can strike every minute, every night, and every hour. And once they see the general, they must take cover quickly. All other DJ cats are the Don dadda, from gold teeth to Shabba. Go tell your sisters, brothers, mothers, and the road crew who follow you that we will dust out the nozzle and stopper and cause chaos. This youth is here to stop them like Tarzan's dagger, to stab them like Satan's dagger, and I tell you that this youth is, without question, Jah Jah's don dadda.