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Mr. DC - Sugar Minott
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Tabbed by: Gil Velez
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Tuning: Standard
Time so rough,
And time so tough.
Time so rough.
Coming from the country with my bag of collie,
I walk up on a DC, him want fe hold me.
Don t you run now youthman, you won t get away.
If you slip you will die,
And if you run you can t hide.
For I ve got my clip, stuck right in my hip, now.
Whoa-oa-oa DC.
Don t you take my ishen!
Whoa-oa-oa DC.
Don t you touch my collie!
Whoa-oa-oa DC.
***Rest of song repeats same chord structure. One tiny change in chords below after
Jah will bless you ***
The children crying for hunger and I-man a suffer,
So you ve got to see, it s just collie that feeds me.
Fifty cents a stick, and a dollar a quarter,
That s what keeps me alive, me and my two kids and wife.
So give me a chance sir, a make me gwaan little faster,
Just let me pass through, and Jah will bless you.
Whoa-oa-oa DC.
Don t you take my ishen!
Whoa-oa-oa DC.
Don t you touch my collie!
Now, for the time is so rough, I gotta hustle, yea..
***And back to > here*****
(You get the point.....)
I got the great sensimilla, and the good lambsbread, ya.
A little Dry Pon Stump and a little Goat head, ya.
You dread them waiting in the city,
We go lick it to the gritty.
So please Mister DC, won t you have some pity?
Whoa-oa-oa DC.
Don t you take my ishen!
Whoa-oa-oa DC.
Don t you touch my collie!
Whoa-oa-oa DC.
Don t you touch my ishen!
Whoa-oa-oa DC.
Don t you touch my collie!
No, no, no, no, Mister DC.
