Lyrics:
willin', another sound boy killin'
I'm hot bitch I don't catch cold or catch feelings
The truth be the ghetto youth
And Def Jam why'all know the Meth Man
Weh
Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Ah Dre Island, Popcaan and Beenie Man (yow)
Unruly
You know me grow tough and me nuh soft like butter
But me
Get out my head and into the bed girl
Cah yuh dun know, plottin' out the fantasy
Ayy, baby girl, and it's you a di key
Yo, mi go so then
From
nuh se a Battyman dem
A Sodomite dem
A Heathen dem boy
True mi lotion di woman dem
Dem nuh like me and mi nuh like dem
Unu listen me again
Yuh nuh
of roots
Dem deh ting de a bad boy juice
2 slimy okra doctor fish soup
Don't you know
Now some man a deal woman like a bird dem a shoot
Never sew di
Everything goes to hell, anyway
Laissez-faire mi amour, c'est la vie
Shall I return to shore or swim back out to
Sea?
The world don't care what
wid patty
Every man love breast from him
A baby pon di titty
Listen back di school song style
Don't fuck pon di school bus me tell di child
Killa yuh
the place
Boasty, hard fi get, yes, I love the chase
You know say, no better man can come call your name
All weh a gwan, a you mi claim
Woman your body
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
Total fitness, no fitness crunch time
Total fitness, no fitness crunch time aye
Any man weh a snack
Make sure a sumn' weh come outta di pot
Don't
mi
Mi been through di storm Jah keep mi irie
That's why mi haffi chant Jehovia joy
Di boss man a itch fi raise a bill mi
Like seh a fi him dinna alone
everyday the ghetto youths dead up
[Verse 1]
Mi ask the leader
Him a di arranger
Fi mek poor people surround by danger
Fly an the roach an giant
you need something
I tell you get your mind intact
Mi seh one, she likes Beenie Man
Two, she drinks wine, yeah, she let's get in on
I told you that
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
brown ting
Dem know, say, Jah man
Beca' mi have some feelin'
Say, please, mister Cat
Beca' mi want you let mi in
If you don't let mi in mi
A go light di
wall and dem gate
Yuh nuh hear whey mi state [repeat]
Woman nuh wha nuh coot, from a knock boots
Whey yuh want yuh fi tell her to tear off di suit
wall and dem gate
Yuh nuh hear whey mi state [repeat]
Woman nuh wha nuh coot, from a knock boots
Whey yuh want yuh fi tell her to tear off di suit
Rob Roundhead wit out a gun, tek him chain and run
How a four hundred pound man fi try run me down?
Buccaneer say without woman him n'ave no career
And it was written up in the book of life
That man shall endure forever more
Mi think mi wan lick upon shots upon a blood clot
And fill the block with
List one bag a man like yuh deh pon mi few
But wait till di Dutty get a hold of yuh (Whateva)
Inna di bedroom yuh start call mi Shaka Zulu
Mi know
I'm from, we don't only talk the talk
We walk the walk, be-X, baby, New York, New York
Never jump up in-a mi face, I gun
Never judge a book by di
Mi Gyal! Bring it come, di titty gimme some
Hickey haffi run pon titty till it numb
If yuh man a give yuh bun, give di bredda bun
Yeah, Nicki gimme
hope I don't grow my jeri curl back
[W.C.]
Steper murderer stepin' out a Chevrolet
Sportin' a beenie like Marvin Gaye
Stalkin' walkin' in my big
give no man no blow job
Hoist up yuh bumper higher than a flag fi mi
Big buddy twist up yuh tripe like lag
Inna pum pum a just buddy me hand
Gi dem di
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