Lyrics:
And a hundred and eighty were challenged by Travis to die
By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh
Any man that would fight
A hundred-and-eighty were challenged by Travis to die.
By the line that he drew with his sword when the battle was nigh.
"The man who would fight
(underhand)
All softballs, all bases covered man (man)
More trucks (more trucks), more bucks (more bucks)
More freaks (more freaks), more butts (more butts)
the car and I bought the house, I represent the Dirty South
Got more syrup than Waffle House, run through hoes like Marshall Faulk
I talk the talk
turn me no more
He's my man, and he did me wrong" Says, Frankie was a good girl, everybody know,
She paid one hundred dollars for Albert's suit
(Intro)
[Qilla Fang] Waaaaaah!
[Beenie Man] Zagga, This is Qilla Fang ‘long side Beenie Man (Laugh)
[Qilla Fang: Background] Ay, I’ma keep it real
Sharon open up and him bite out har soul
And leave a dozen more gal a bawl fi dem asshole, cause
In this a war I hope yuh (Get Yourself A Gun)
Man
prowl
man, you don't kno' what lonesome is,
'till you get to herdin' cows . . .
Do me Ah Ma doo, Do me Ah Ma day!
All alone . . . by myself!
Cowboy
I was born a ramblin' man with
Swamp water on my hand
Daddy died so young and I had
To help momma get by
So I learned how to sing those songs
I
got a hundred acre dream
That's gettin' closer every day
Just a few more plates of ham and eggs
And a few good rides away
Hard times hit West
Spirit on the water
Darkness on the face of the deep
I keep thinking about you baby
I can't hardly sleep
I'm traveling by land
Traveling through
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
like a train
Extreme a love
Dat yuh cannot complain
I'm di boiler man
Yuh don't stop call mi name
I'm like the blood
Circulating by vein
If
like a train
Extreme a love
Dat yuh cannot complain
I'm di boiler man
Yuh don't stop call mi name
I'm like the blood
Circulating by vein
If
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
his purple robe
When he was dead he was taken down from the cross
And laid in a borrowed grave provided by compassionate friends
More than
puppet-body home
For I done that one hundred times before
Uh, it's one hundred times or more
And why should ah dress his wounds?
When he has wounded my
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
yuh ago fi more boss?
Him seh Mo'Bay boss, mi seh a fly a fly him go dung boss
Di man seh no boss a drive him a drive go dung boss
Cau bredda dem
punishable by law
If you make more than half a million
You make over five hundred thousand a year
Sam want thirty-seven percent of that
Which is almost
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
a man (Hey, hey honey)
Ninety-nine and ninety-nine makes one
Hundred and ninety-eight
That's more years, pretty mama
Than you can figure up on your slate
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 keep it stirring for
A hundred years or more
And turn out coffee coloured people by the score
Rabbis and the friars
Vishnus and the gurus
We got
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