"SUMMER FRUITS (NA NA)" lyrics

Weh mi say? Call up yuh papa and yuh—
Tell dem all fruits ripe, strawberry and ba— (Oh, I yo)

Lemme tek it dung to di farmer
Where we got pounds and acres of marijuana
I got a thousand places a coulda show yuh
Down (Oh, I yo)

Mi casa hotta than a sauna
So we gwaan chill and relax 'pon this savanna, ayy
Checkin' di flora and di fauna, woah (Oh, I yo)

Police wan' mek uno nuh gwaan-a
Yuh nuh see a big sound string up ya 'pon di corner
Said we a keep di peace and we nuh need no bad blood on ya
No (Oh, I yo)

Accra Ghana to Punta Cana
We big up all places in every region, yeah
And every song in every genre, oh (Oh, I yo)

I'm from di rock, dat's where mi born-a
I keep it cool and collected, yeah, mi calmer
Still mi a run di place, yuh woulda think say mi a don ya, bro (Oh, I yo)

Lady, hey, guess weh, Americana
Where di big drums beat, and they go grab on ya, oh
But mi have never been inna drama, doh? (Oh, I yo)

Lyrics a chop like a katana
Dem a say mi bad from Sammy did plan di corn, yo
And dem a claim me have it pluck, and neva corn, bro
Now (Oh, I yo)