Rumors
Gregory Isaacs Lyrics


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Rumours dem spreadin′
Claim that a sensee me plantin'
But I man a de Don ina de jugglin′
A pure rumours a gwaan
(Rumours a gwaan)

Please Mr. Officer, leggo me hand
You don't know me and you don't understan′
You see me flashin′ a criss rental
So you take that me a criminal

Rumours dem spreadin'

I keep a dance jus′ to nice up the place
Me buy nuff liquor and red up dem face
Mek man an' man have money to spend
And all de youth them know me a dem friend

Rumours dem spreadin′

Don't matter what, dem nuff jewel mi wear
Caught me pants, it nuh have no tear
Shoes cost a few hundred a pair
An′ me have money all through the year

Rumours dem spreadin'

Rumours and rumours
Whole lotta propaganda




Rumours a gwaan
Can't stop it

Overall Meaning

The song "Rumors" by Gregory Isaacs is all about the spread of rumors and the negative effects it can have on an individual's life. The singer portrays himself as a victim of rumors that have been spreading about him, claiming that he is involved in illegal activities. He refutes these claims by asserting that he is a "Don ina de jugglin'", which means that he is a skilled entertainer and nothing more. Despite his protests, the rumors continue to spread, causing the police to wrongfully arrest him. The singer expresses his frustration at the situation, asking for the police to "leggo me hand" (i.e. release him).


Throughout the song, Isaacs highlights how easily rumors can spread and how damaging they can be. He explains how he simply hosted a dance to "nice up the place", but the rumors caused people to suspect that he was involved in criminal activities. Despite the rumors, he continues to live his life and maintain good relationships with the people around him. He mentions how he helps his friends by providing them with money, and how he has enough wealth to afford expensive clothing and accessories.


Line by Line Meaning

Rumours dem spreadin'
There are rumors going around.


Claim that a sensee me plantin'
People are accusing me of growing marijuana.


But I man a de Don ina de jugglin'
But I'm the boss in the music scene.


A pure rumours a gwaan
It's all just rumors.


(Rumours a gwaan)
(Rumors are spreading.)


Please Mr. Officer, leggo me hand
Please let go of my hand, officer.


You don't know me and you don't understan'
You don't know me and you don't understand.


You see me flashin' a criss rental
You see me driving a nice car.


So you take that me a criminal
So you assume I'm a criminal.


I keep a dance jus' to nice up the place
I host dances to make the place lively.


Me buy nuff liquor and red up dem face
I buy a lot of alcohol and make them happy.


Mek man an' man have money to spend
I give people a chance to make money.


And all de youth them know me a dem friend
And all the young people know that I'm their friend.


Don't matter what, dem nuff jewel mi wear
It doesn't matter what jewels I wear.


Caught me pants, it nuh have no tear
My pants have no holes.


Shoes cost a few hundred a pair
My shoes are expensive.


An' me have money all through the year
And I have money all year round.


Rumours and rumours
There are many rumors.


Whole lotta propaganda
It's all propaganda.


Rumours a gwaan
Rumors are spreading.


Can't stop it
I can't stop it.




Writer(s): Joe King Carrasco, Gene Moriarty

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Eras


on Good Morning

Anyone with out deh lyrics by Gregory isaacs

Garvey Ufot


on Dieting

Lord

Lord

I sit and wonder have I sinned
As I partake of my dieting, yeah
Just to know that every day, oh yeah
My whole life depend on a food tray, yeah
An happy day, a night of pain
I wonder when this a-term will end
Cos I'm a man and I've got to go
I don't know when I'm gonna get parole
But I'm a-one day
I'm a-one day
Yes, I'm a-one day
One day closer to home
One day closer to home

The place in which that I dwell, Lord knows
Was just an old iron gate in hell, yeah
But still I survive
The foolish man always build strife
Nuh want no baton stick come bruck me bone
The worldly man, leave me alone

Cos I'm a man and I've got to go
I don't know when I'm gonna get parole
But I'm a-one day
I'm a-one day
Yes, I'm a-one day
One day closer to home
One day closer to home
One day closer to home
One day closer to home
One day closer to home

Uunh
One day closer to home

I sit and wonder have I sinned, Lord God
As I partake of my dieting
Hurts to know that every day, every long day
My whole life depend on a food tray
An happy day, a night of pain
I wonder when this a-term will end
Cos I'm a man and I've got to go
I don't know when I'm gonna get parole
But I'm a-one day
I'm a-one day
I'm a-one day
One day closer to home
One day closer to home
One day closer to home
One day closer to home
One day closer to home
To home
I need, aah
To home
One day closer

Garvey Ufot


on Dieting

The tune, 'Dieting', is absolutely, totally and completely the hottest and the coolest tune in this album. It is absolutely massive. It is my absolute best. Anyone who thinks otherwise has NOT listened to it yet. It is heartrending in its story -- Gregory's harrowing experience in prison -- hard in its riddim (Roots Radics at their best) and soul uplifting in its melody. Jesus! Are you guys kidding me? 'Dieting' is without parrallel in this album.

Gicharu


on A Few Words

Cool Ruler had classic voice, ......one of those voice one can't imitate. these songs sang more than 30 years ago will still be played and relevant more than a century later... R.I.P

Gicharu


on Front Door

The white men lose

"The white men lose", does not make sense...."While I may lose"

Gicharu


on Better Plant Some Loving

This was my best cassette of G.I , all songs with the exception of Let off Supm, were classic love songs. His collabo with Dennis Brown on Let off Supm was a gem

Vinnie


on Good Morning

Great vives!

Bruce Booker


on Out Deh

I really would like to have the lyrics of gregory isaacs dieting song.

Valmir Machado


on Night Nurse

brasill é regaee, é nois mano

Evelyne De Batavia


on If I Don't Have You

Wonderful

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