Lyrics:
mad, Mel Gibson
So death to all the bullshit by any means
Kill em all, hang em from the ceilin using skinny jeans
For aspiring rappers that want
Cat-A-tonic eh Burna boy and Sean Paul
Girls every minute a di gal is gon' go
Yeah and stay on it, girls, yeah
Gimme di gal dem, Girls all di gal
eye-fucked, I made her eye-pregnant
She had an I-robot, so I annihilated it (Oh my God!)
Little bot named Roomba, so shut your mouth and tooth up (Oh ok)
what you want what you need
It's all hip-hop to me
What you want what you want what you want what you want what you need
(paul)
Yo I'm a west coast
that I would tat it on my chest
She loves my name so much she wants it signed across her breasts
I'm not signing to a label, that'd be signing to my
parasol umbrella
'Cause it's gonna get wetter
Better prepare ya for the C support
She supposed to spend it on that baby
But we see she don't ask-ask Paul
Yo washroom yo Yo we Tell Dem Say
Fi Di Girl Dem sean a Paul Got Di Flow
My Girl Yo Cau
From You Know Say You Want Me
Pick Up The Phone And Call Me
Paul McCartney Say Say Say
Exactly What you want okay
Tried to give a warning
But you didn’t listen
Now it’s too late
Rolling down the way way way
Blessed gotta be di healing of di nation
Founded on di grave of king Solomon
1st Klase and Dohla, Sean da Paul
Floating away, i am feeling high (up
Aye, Sean Paul, gimmie the light
Run wit my team, i got a beam
I got a block, i got a r e a d
I'll put a ad on you boy
With a delay
Make sure your
to remember my name
Just dust in the wind let it settle the plains
Dance with the devil when she low in the light
6 feet below is where it’s cold at night
Sean
The gyal dem Schillaci, Sean da Paul
So me give it to, so me give to, so me give it to, to all girls
Five million and forty naughty shorty
Baby
blackberry
Because a Sean da Paul we deh ya
We a top celebrity, you see me
So we nah stop put it pon her we a give it to her well hard
Yo, S to the P we
You a the bomb, let me give you the pumping action
These ladies want satisfaction so they run to the man on the microphone stand
Sean da Paul him
Gal dem want a top class rider
Time nuh waan nutten fi dem clyde a
Dem want it front way back way side a
Tell dem friend, dem friend dem nearly
hundreds
Act like ya want it
She know she want it, on that pole ho
Show me somethin
Show me that pussy, pop her panties
Drop it in the function
This beat got
Live it up for the hype, baby girl lets get wild for the night
All I really wanna is yo ho wants to be with me and she aint playin'
You know what I'm
Cris lead it off like a hut
Graham Malice keep it so nonchalant
Romii Rae she gon do what she want, ay!
I'm back on my grind (Let's go)
I'm back
of the wall
And now before I hoop
They take my temp
Like Sean Paul
And I just want my money long like Tacko Fall
Pause
But you know if I dive in it's gonna be
the dro, Sean Paul
CV, play me on the loud speaker
She's trying to get in my room like a housekeeper
Everybody knows I'm a crowd pleaser
Took her out for
out
Sean writes his own, it's Tuesday night
And Mick and Colum, George and Paul
Joking, singin, having a ball
She says if you're on the wagon all night
ride
So dark she ah wine pon on this part
Sean-a-paul are the cream of de crop
Pitbull, dem a do it non stop
3-0-5 to JA, we 'a rock
Move up your
do the woo wap the bam
Switch my demeanor
Switch out she meaner
Sean Paul give me the light give me light
Let me know I'm seeing green
Damn it look
make my wish
Gimme a sign
Sean Paul gyal me ready fi tun it
Up anyday that yuh want
Baby girl I want you listen my chat
Listen my talk an don't tell me
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