Lyrics:
Fucking any girl today
I was fucking a girl last night
When a nigger came by
Told me I was fucking with Nelly's girl
I told him "I can fuck any girl"
I
J-A-M-A-I-C-A
J-A-M-A-I-C-A
Jamaican Girl
J-A-M-A-I-C-A
Jamaican Girl
Blue Monday in the states
Sure hate to go to work
Don't make no money anyway
and girls now
In an unfamiliar world
I'll give the word so you can come down
And watch it all unfurl
I used you as a go-to for my issues
Accidental
Mm hmm, mm hmm, yeah
So funky, like a street junky
Like I said before, here we go, c'mon
For Pete's sake I break and update, wait
I radiate
A dubplate
Blastin wax, side or tops, Prince don't play that
Uh-oh, it's six o'clock, I'm late for dinner
If my girl wasn't his girl, I was definitely in her
Got in
we'll know that we tried
Cuz it ain't worth living without you
C'mon girl
Just give me some piece of mind
I try to breakthrough
The noise keep me up
facts - no cap in it
I'm a brand by myself, this a black business
And Ima stand by myself cuz I'm that official
And I'm the boss, you the help so my
Can't say her name but we were two
I grabbed her waist and we would move
And then one day we were thru
And by the way I must be true
Cause all
So, until next time boys and girls, goodbye
Cunters journey home, toodaloo, ta, ta and fuck off
From the 'Rollercoaster Malpractice'
(Redman)
They
So, until next time boys and girls, goodbye
Cunters journey home, toodaloo, ta, ta and fuck off
From the 'Rollercoaster Malpractice'
(Redman)
They
So, until next time boys and girls, goodbye
Cunters journey home, toodaloo, ta, ta and fuck off
From the 'Rollercoaster Malpractice'
(Redman)
They
, my girl (c'mon)
So baby, come back to me
It makes me ill
To see you give (baby)
Love and attention at his will (at his will)
You can't imagine
flies by and leaves you behind (Baby)
Oh girl, I know that flowers ain't your thing
You didn't like fast cars or the diamonds on your rings
Spending
the blossoms in the bloom and the summer by the pier
You're my baby, You're the one
You're the moonlight to the sun
I wanna make you happy girl, cmon let's have
girl
You're feeling frisky I can see it in your grin
She grabbed me tight by my hand and said I got something for you
I know you wanted to touch it
a nightmare
I'll get over it
Trust me when I say
You're the only girl I'm rockin with
Pretty little smile
With the cheetah print too
All these thoughts of you
baked like muffin
Get the rhymes hot out the oven
Shot after shot like it's nothing
We talking to girls by the dozen
Man fuck it thirteen like a baker
Don't do it
Don't do it
Don't do it no no
Don't do it yeah
Don't trust these pretty girls they'll take your soul
Don't trust these pretty girls
fella style mobsta's
Lobsta and vodka
Surrounded by doll face shorty's
Who blow ganga
We got mad bitches
Plus our dough flowin in stacks
Leave you with
then she gets plenty more, uhh
repeat Chorus One
(Guru)
Uhh
Watchin her drivin by, in her new whip so fly
Wish she could sing me a lullaby,
Hold that thought, let me think
Pour a cup, let me drink
Girl you got an apple, let me touch
The police comin', let me tuck
Eyes red, my cash
everybody cut footloose
Footloose, footloose
Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes (c'mon, girl)
Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees (ohh)
Jack, get
daughter's in love with the snake
Who lives in a well by the side of the road
Wake up, girl, we're almost home
Ya, c'mon!
We should see the gates by
Sixteen years old, looking for a hideaway
I'm a set designer, my Mum and Dad
Thinking I'm gay
I'm a lazy bugger, but I like my sport
Like girls
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