Roots! Uh Uh! People dem a bawl roots Umm umm Roots! Oh roots! Hey! Inna rastaman party Chalice we burn Chalice fi lick Inna rastaman party Malice we burn And a roots we sip Roots and Chalice Sippin' roots and chalice Inna rastaman party Chalice we burn And a roots we sip Load up di kutchie nuh Me puff it, den she puff it, den you puff it so Di massive dem a wonder how me love it so I man nuh drink no rum Ha ooh yeah Oh what a Saturday See Viva coming wid di roots bokkle deh Mi see Jahmiel, him a forward wid a grabba leaf Mi tek it from him, and tell him, "dont carry none a these!" Inna rastaman party Chalice we burn Chalice fi lick Inna rastaman party Malice we burn And a roots we sip Roots and Chalice Sippin' roots and chalice Inna rastaman party Chalice we burn And a roots we sip Look how much people pack up in yah (eeh) Look how much vehicle park up in yah (hey!) So me know Selassie is the winner Uh uh, ooh yeah The world get nuff love from rasta So how Babylon a puff pon rasta And if you come inna di dancehall to trouble I, we I beg you, don't bother cut a fit Inna rastaman party Chalice we burn Chalice fi lick Inna rastaman party Malice we burn And a roots we sip Roots and Chalice Sippin' roots and chalice Inna rastaman party Chalice we burn And a roots we sip Give a little love A little love Show some love (show some love) Rastaman say, give a little love A little love And show some love (show some love) Yeah, a rastaman party A little love Show some love (show some love) Heights and give a little love A little love And show some love (show some love) Roots! Oh roots, hey! Hey, roots Roots! Rastaman party, hey Rastaman party Rastaman party Phenomenal! And me say Steaming out, Chronixx steaming out Nah lef' me chalice when mi a leave mi house Steaming out, Chronixx steaming out Never come with no knife, rollin' with mi spouse, huh And rasta nah play no cat, nor no mouse And mi a nuh no duppy bat, nor no ghost So me say, watch it, mek a poppa Chronixx come down and chose Like mi and di riddim married and we will never divorce As me step inna di place, di people dem a bawl out So man haffi go sing until me throat get hoarse Somebody pass mi chalice dem, now! Na na na, no no, no no no, now! Wild, wild, look how me wicked and wild Now welcome poppa Chronixx in original style And di people dem a bawl, say mi well versatile And me step inna di place, and di dance get spoil And mi rough and me tough, plus mi meek and mi mild From mi shirt to mi shoes, well clean, nah no soil And a watch it poppa Chronixx in original style Wild, wild, look how me wicked and wild From mi likkle, yeah mi tek it from mi was a likkle child Now mi big, look how mi rough, look how mi tough, like crocodile And mi lyrics dem a flow, and dem a run, like river Nile Mi say, sekkle poppa Chronixx, people dem love your style Dem love your style, and mi say, dem love your style Dem love your style, and mi say, dem love your style