Lyrics:
tell, I can tell
Hear mi nuh
Ya never had a rude boy love before (I can tell)
Ya act way too insecure (I can tell)
Ya never had a real one (Real one)
Hold
Anybody got any special requests for us to do
John Henry?
Lemme do John Henry then and we'll go...
Johnny Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He
Johnny Henry's pappy woke him up one midnight
He said "Before the sheriff comes I wanna tell you," Said "Listen boy
Learn to hoist a jack and learn
Eighteen and over
(Come) [repeat in song]
Eighteen and over, I wants to bone ya (Yeah, baby)
Eighteen and over (Oh yeah, this is gonna be
by the way
I was with it by the way
I talk it like I did it
Cause I lived it by the way
[Verse 1]
Young, the boy might go nuts
Holes in niggas
Iggide-A, uh, wiggide-Y
Yeah that's what I ask when you walk by
Look-a-de here, oh dear, not you
Just call me Wanda, I got you got a man
A rude boy when they
pigs
Little pigs, let me come in
Not by the hair on your chinny-chin-chin?
Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down
Here's Johnny
end up in a cemetery, they're history
Influenced by the badness that them see, Wha dem ah see
Coz there's a lesson to be learn and you just don't have
beauty is be ever more
For the English decievers by nature
Though maybe you'd think them sincere
If they say you're a sweet charming creature
Now, don't
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty women's
Jump
was so cute
People were so shining
Keats and Yeats, they were by your side!
Oh, please please gonna be high
Johnny's in
Wearin' Barkleys, I just parked the 740 by a palm tree (that's real shit)
Stuck to the plan from out the sand, get rich and share it
When you a dope boy
rude and ill in a fight
Cause uh, we getting down for the fuck of it
So suck my dick if you don't wanna bump (off the wall)
No matter what people
to the Blue-ah-Print-ah tres piece, Jay-Z your tutor
Toota of my own horn Beep beep move-ya
Rasclaat when rude boy come through with the roof up
So I could see the sky
high level
We ain't got to be no rude boys
We irie irie irie
We irie irie irie
Hypocrite I know you really don't like JAH music
Ruff pon you
(Chorus)
We
than Teflon
Take you on the ave and you buy me links
Now I wanna pound the putang until it stinks
You can be my mama and I'll be your boy
Original
the kitchen
"Johnny, don't be late!"
So Johnny rolled out of bed at a quarter to eight
Went to the kitchen
Ate the breakfast that his momma made
Finished his
in the day was "Eric B. for President"
Rude boy composer, step to me you're over
Brothers wanna flex, you're not Mad Cobra
MC short and black, there
of the buzz
Oh, and if you didn't know
I'm the Clarke's king it's fucking set in stone
Don't wanna start me, I'm in a different zone
Burbouns what I'm sippin'
anything could go down
Confessions Of A Rude Boy
This the confessions of a Rude Boy yea
Now all know is I don't got a clue bout ma position
I done some good
Gypsy woman told my mother
Just a while 'fore I was born
You got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty womens jump
raise up in the stack
Schoolin', I'm ready to feel pain bet you ass
Will be fillin on the
Foul type, then you say "Hi!" when I pass by
A nigga tryna act
in the public.
Boy wonder, make the other boys wonder how we keep it
Coming different every summer.
Don't be amazed cause of me,
Be amazed cause
But I ain't never had to wear no black eyes from beatings
As long as he doin' right, by you and the kids
How you gon' expect that man not to be who he
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