Big Bad Soca

I'm winding up in this session I'm getting on like I never jammed a bumper yet But I am in deep concentration And every eye on me so it's now the stage done set For the dust to rise, powder in your eyes Now we come to light, we're dusting them from our side Girl them belts in waist, powder in your face

I swear, we are the sound them selectors play Everyday, makin' you sway And when the girl done tell a lie, and shadow ding-a-lay I hear the song God say, we are the sound of soca Big bad soca Big bad soca Big Bad Soca!

Take a chip, take a chip, take a chip, take a chip now.

Shake it hip, shake it hip, shake it hip, shake it hip-bop.