When you enter the gayelle
You better be a mad bull
When the drum starts to play
And you feel that familiar pull
And any man who put God out he thoughts
Already know that it's over
Cause when you tackle Mastife, oh Lord,
You can't call you pit bull Rover
No no!
Santimanitay, Mastife, Mastife, oh oh
Mooma you son in the grave already
And if he good enough to dingolay, dingolay
Tell the man
The blood hole waiting patiently
Santimanitay, Mastife, Mastife, oh oh
Mooma you son in the grave already
And if he good enough to dingolay, dingolay
Tell the man
The blood hole waiting patiently
Oh yeah
It was the man with the wood, the bois
Oh Lord, the rod of correction
And in this church of the drum, the buss head, the dance
Pray and set up protection, yeah
And many a mother could tell you
That this mighty fighter
Was damn well blessed, blessed
I see a woman pull out she son from the gayelle one day
And then she come back to clean up the mess
I shake my head, I say yes, yes!
Santimanitay, Mastife, Mastife, oh oh
Mooma you son in the grave already
And if he good enough to dingolay, dingolay
Tell the man
The blood hole waiting patiently
Santimanitay, Mastife, Mastife, oh oh
Mooma you son in the grave already
And if he good enough to dingolay, carre, mammayo
The blood hole waiting patiently
I hear the whole fighter say
When you see I dead bury me, bury me, bury me, bury me
When you see I dead bury me, bury me, bury me, bury me
Santimanitay, Mastife, Mastife, oh oh
Mooma you son in the grave already
And if he good enough to dingolay, dingolay
Tell the man
The blood hole waiting patiently
Tunapuna say,
Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, oh
Arima say,
Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, oh
Grande say,
Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, oh
SanDo say,
Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, oh
Sing it in Port Of Spain,
Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, oh
Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, Mastife, oh