Fresh From Yard
Likkle Kim longside Beenie Man (Zagga zow zow zow) Bumba! Star! Yo yo! America, Caribbean, A matter a fact the world, Were comin' at you Kim, where you at babe? Gal flex, time to have sex Jump in a your lex steam a blunt pop a Becks Now you know that my style is rated XXX Just lookin' ain't a gal you no have 'nough respect I use to rock Sergio Tacchini, see And G bikinis Now I'm hot steppin in my Queen Bee collection Got gear to match my whips from Monday to Sunday Designers give me exclusives straight off the runway That's how it is, my shit is laid out Some of y'all show up but like jeans y'all fade out, whatever Fly out the crew hit the beach in Miami Niggas watch me shake my fanny in my iced out panties Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin out (Beenie Man: Shout!) People from east, west, north, and south Say I'm the emcee with the nasty mouth Put that on my unborn kids, we do it way big [Chorus] Gal open up the legs dem wide And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night A who this gal yuh waan bite And kick up and a real like a man she waan fight alright Open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside that, And wuk you all night A who this gal yuh waan bite And kick up and a real like a man she waan fight alright From you a toppa toppa (Then throw dem bows) Toppa toppa (Let the diamonds show) From you a toppa toppa (Mi look good inna mi clothes) Toppa toppa (Bad girl nah fi pose) So mi go so, hear mi dappa man a nuh rapper Entertainer, worst man a real toppa toppa Do wah, pop your collar, no bother holla, Spend a thousand dollar, buy ganja and liquor cau wah Gal yuh brighter and yuh now together Chickenheads, and bout twelve hoochie mama When, car hot, clothes pop off, get it together The DJ seh we fresh from yard, Likkle Kim just buck a real old dog Last gal mi wuk she end up down at the morge Badman a real badman man a nuh fraud, hey, true, what dem seh [Chorus] Anyway, mi have girls from all nations really Haitian and Jamaican Woman a seh mi God's creation so dem waan mi consegation Send in application, waan mi qualification Line up on mi gate like mi a custom or immigration How when girl fi rule mon? Dem mad a could a gwaan man? Just slam up Malaysian and mi send for Indonesian Wife a Puerto Rican pon di hill mi buy a mansion Just buy a apartment from mi girl fi wah Italian One deh drive a BMW I mention she a German And to each a di one mi send a bag a pound from over England Have girl on Netherland, African or Switzerland Bettin' baby mother weh mi have fresh from yard, Likkle Kim just buck a real old dog This a badbwoy yah jump pon record Last gal mi wuk she end up down at the morge, Mi can tell har somethin' [Chorus] Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin out (Beenie Man: Shout!) People from east, west, north, and south Say I'm the emcee with the nasty mouth Put that on my unborn kids, we do it way big
Written by: KIMBERLY JONES, BRIAN THOMPSON, CLIFTON DILLON, EWART BROWN, SLY DUNBAR, MOSES DAVIS, ERNESTO SHAW, JR., KENNETH IFILL, REXTON GORDON, WINSTON RILEY, LEROY ROMANS, HANDEL TUCKER
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