Lyrics:
And that gal he was with come running up too
And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that
And that gal he was with come running up too
And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that
speak so clean
I'm like baby, man It ain't no thing
She asking what Ling ling means
Just like you, it's a Lovely thing
I see that gal and the gal look
talkin' really and I need it, mon
Flows, I kick 'em freely mon, especially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon,
heart a beat rapid)
(shags man and the gold mine pon a different tip)
Heartbreak suzie playing with my mind
(this is what you call a dance hall
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor
a minute Elephant Man, talk to di gal dem)
[Verse 4: Elephant Man + (Wyclef Jean)]
Dem call mi Dr. Love, ready fi di surgery gimme di gloves
Mouth
talkin' really and I need it, mon
Flows, I kick 'em freely mon, especially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon,
holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon, cheifin', rollin' deeper than any mon
Through Jennings, mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland
With nice players,
On your way up, or on your way down
Man come make we listen the A1 sound
Your skin could a black
Your skin could a brown
Mi weigh one hundred an'
of the ground
I'm not a sayin' my baby's a saint 'cause he ain't
And that he won't cat around with a kitty
I'm here to tell you, gal, to lay off of my man
Verse 1
No be today we don dey work
24/7 on the grind ooo
Man don dey hustle we chop o
As we dey walk make baboon nor dey chop o
Na only by God grace
of the ground
I'm not a sayin' my baby's a saint 'cause he ain't
And that he won't cat around with a kitty
I'm here to tell you, gal, to lay off of my man
Dem gal bwoy see mi, see deh see dem, Sly and Robbie
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay yes!
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay yo!
Bong biddy bong bong
[Verse 1]
Di Hennessy pure
Pour some pon di floor
Yow dat a fi Pookie and a hundred more
Let's fuck up di club dawg
We mekking a toast
Wi fist in dem heart
now we nuh do man
One Hundred
Two Hundred
Three Hundred
Four
I'm addicted
To paper
So I want More
One Hundred
Two Hundred
Three Hundred
Four
Or cart his puppet-body home,
For ah done that one hundred times before,
Yeah! ah done that one hundred times or more,
And why should ah dress his wounds?
I'm not a sayin' my baby's a saint 'cause he ain't
An' that he won't cat around with a kitty
I'm here to tell you gal, to lay off my man
If you don't
guess it's more like it's just really Pay Day
AND a Star Crunch and I know for sure
That I can score a large bunch of doe
At least 100 GRAND if I was
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
(My Abba)
More than enough He provides (More than enough)
No greater source than God (Hallelujah)
No greater source than God
He is not a man that he
the girls dem sugar like Beenie man
Here comes the boom
Here comes the rhythm, it shakes the room
Bucket hat so low, all you seein is me grinnin
If ya lookin
MR. DOO
Baby, Baby na
(My baby, my baby)
Sweetie, sweetie na
(My sweetie, my sweetie)
Hey baby gal, mi natakatuonane
It's been awhile true but bado
'specially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon, holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon
Cheifin' rollin' deeper than any mon
Through Jennings mon
Through U-City back
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