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Albums:

The Very Best of Beenie Man: Gold (Beenie Man) · The Best of Two Badd DJ's: Beenie Man & Spragga Benz (Spragga Benz) · Best of Beenie Man: Collector's Edition [2 CD] (Beenie Man) · Beenie Man [DVD/CD] (Beenie Man) · Best of Beenie Man (Beenie Man) · Best of Beenie Man (Beenie Man) · Best of Beenie Man (Beenie Man) · Best of Beenie Man (Beenie Man) · Lap of Honour (Kaiser Chiefs) · 101 Running Songs, Lap 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


Intro by Beenie Man: 
It's a dancehall thing 

Chorus by Chevelle Franklin: 
She's a dancehall queen for life 
Gonna explode like dynamite
a vehicle wit games in it
30 thousand dollar Rolex wit Wayne in it
Got a Benz and a truck, 20 on my feets
Plus a house by the beach that I barely see
Man
a galla wuss
Chop it like a cutlass
Moses mi name Beenie Man

A Dat mi alias
Badmind syndrome kill
Marcus severious
Listen to mi hear dat call

Dem get
a galla wuss
Chop it like a cutlass
Moses mi name Beenie Man

A Dat mi alias
Badmind syndrome kill
Marcus severious
Listen to mi hear dat call

Dem get
Bell tower 
At the station
Is ringin' the morning out.
Imprisoned by

The situation.
Would be every bit as sour
If I miss you half as much.
to dust

Oh, easy loves
You keep lap pets
Denied them you are powerless
Whatever keeps you sleeping through the night

I'm not the man you thought I
a vehicle wit games in it
30 thousand dollar Rolex wit Wayne in it
Got a Benz and a truck, 20 on my feets
Plus a house by the beach that I barely see
Man
a vehicle wit games in it
30 thousand dollar Rolex wit Wayne in it
Got a Benz and a truck, 20 on my feets
Plus a house by the beach that I barely see
Man
box we a give to badmind

Caw we a bellyas
Fling it like a galla wuss
Chop it like a cutlass
Moses mi name Beenie Man

A Dat mi alias
Badmind
a vehicle wit games in it
30 thousand dollar Rolex wit Wayne in it
Got a Benz and a truck, 20 on my feets
Plus a house by the beach that I barely see
Man
I seen you go down to a cold mirror
It was never clearer in my error
You click a shine upon your forehead or
Check it by the signs in the corridor
baby-makers
Off the anchor, wake up and smell the sancor
Bitch want to sit on my lap like I'm Santa in the VIP
Getting my dick sucked by a red-head with big
of Luckies and a Paper over at the corner store
I peer into the window there's a man and a woman inside
Holy Jumpin' Bolts of Lightnin' it's Miss Bonnie
A long, long, long, long time ago
Before the wind, before the snow
Lived a man, lived a man I know
Lived a freak of nature named Sir Psycho

Sir
baby-makers
Off the anchor, wake up and smell the sancor
Bitch want to sit on my lap like I'm Santa in the VIP
Getting my dick sucked by a red-head with big
I seen you go down to a cold mirror
It was never clearer in my era so
You lick a shine upon your forehead or
Check it by the signs in the corridor
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
I seen you go down to a cold mirror
It was never clearer in my error
You click a shine upon your forehead or
Check it by the signs in the corridor
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
I seen you go down to a cold mirror
It was never clearer in my error
You click a shine upon your forehead or
Check it by the signs in the corridor
and Aunt Cammy

A black man that was raised by black women
On tour, sippin your special honey and lemon
You told me, gargle with vinegar water and salt
the Brothers)

De La Soul, from the soul
Black medallions no gold
Hangin' out wit Pos hangin' out wit Mase
Buddy buddy buddy all in my face

For the lap
the Brothers)

De La Soul, from the soul
Black medallions no gold
Hangin' out wit Pos hangin' out wit Mase
Buddy buddy buddy all in my face

For the lap
feet
Staring like they want me to beat
This New York rap, I'm on the other side of the map
Nahh nigga place rap with a bitch on my lap
Back to back
dog way off the collar, don't bother
With the keys, can't give me like the way I need my space
Going six feet deep, where the dead man sleeps
With