Unemployed

(Intro) Wicked [x5] It's a dubadub style (Chorus) From the western town, on the ganja Come on now! Dubadub come from, this area Come on, now! Imma Pupajim I'm the microphone singer Alright now! Come to mash up the word, big bad style ya Come on, now! (Verse 1) Full of riddims and full of gimmicks I can't give a damn about critics Load! Automatic attack, with classics We are raw, we're young, we are mavericks We come from Brest, not from the arctics Not form London, not form the Sussex Not from UK, not from the tropics! But we have nuff dub licks and many tactics Back to the roots, back to basics This is the brand new stereophonics! (Chorus) (Verse 2) Definite listener, now I will go cool funk We are a dubadub, (dubadub!) fresh profiler* Cuisine in a fridge or in a cool drawer We are a dubadub, fresh profiler The men called Rooty, PJ, Mac Giver Cooking freshly, we are the cool mafia Gimme fresh, gimme cold, gimme cool, and gimme freezy The three musketeers, always cooking freshly! (Chorus)