Lyrics

Intro (Toast Style):
Yow mi step inna di plot wid mi pants dem rolled,
Sun hot, breeze cool, but mi mixin’ Black Gold!
Mi dig it, mi fling it, mi mulch and mi mash,
Di soil so rich, it could buy man cash!
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Chorus:
Dig it like dat! Plant it like dis!
Bredda’s blend nah miss!
Water it slow! Watch how it grow!
Plot full up like Sunday dish!
Dig it like dat! Turn it like so!
Black Gold mek di whole ting glow!
One bed, two bed, three bed full—
Mi roots dem dance like dem inna school!
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Verse 1:
Mi seh mi mash up manure, fling dung di hay,
Mi neighbor seh, “Bwoy, dat smell cyan’t stay!”
Mi seh, “No worry yuh head, dis ah natural ting,
Mi soil a sing—mi pepper soon win!”
Mi pumpkin dem fat, like dumplin rise,
Mi cabbage dem stiff like dem bench press twice!
Mi talk to di seed like, “Hold it firm,”
Mi give it some Black Gold fi mek it learn!
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Chorus (Repeat):
Dig it like dat! Plant it like dis!
Mi foot dem muddy, mi vibes dem crisp!
Rake it like dat! Stir it like soup!
Bredda’s blend mek mi bed dem stoop!
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Bridge:
Mi nah use miracle grow, mi use miracle faith—
Mi pray fi di roots and mi fertilize late.
Mi bless up di bottle, mi chant inna breeze,
Mi garlic grow like it come wid keys!
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Outro Chant:
Dig and twist, dig and twine—
Black Gold mek mi harvest shine!
Twist and flip, soil so slick—
Bredda's brew mek mi spinach kick!