Peter Tosh - Whatcha Gonna Do Lyrics
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Whatcha Gonna Do
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What Are The Lyrics For Whatcha Gonna Do By Peter Tosh?
Mama, mama, dem hold papa
Seh dem charge him for smoke ganja If me never jump two fence, dem hold me too So tell me Mama, whatcha gonna do? Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now? Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do? Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now? Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do? Next week, next week case to case Him haf a dread judge to face Him a fe I to live in space Or make the doctor dem work 'pon him fase Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now? Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do? Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now? Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do? Next door neighbor dem hold your son Seh dem find him with one gun An' it's no need him start to mention Him goin' to get a definite attention Oh, lady, whatcha gonna do now? Oh, lady, whatcha gonna do? Oh, lady, whatcha gonna do? Me seh want some lady whatcha gonna do? The cops, dem seh, him know nobody So him haffe remain in custody Him see the Babylon him stand upon a screw So him never know it was the curfew Oh, lady, whatcha gonna do? Me seh want some lady whatcha gonna do? Oh, lady, whatcha gonna do now? Oh, lady, whatcha gonna do? No bail lady, whatcha gonna do? Me seh want some lady whatcha gonna do? Oh, lady, whatcha gonna do now? Oh, lady, whatcha gonna do? |
Who Wrote Whatcha Gonna Do By Peter Tosh?
Peter Tosh
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What's The Duration Of The Whatcha Gonna Do By Peter Tosh?The duration of Whatcha Gonna Do is 2:27 minutes and seconds. |
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