How Much More - Lyrics - Boombastic - Shaggy

Title: How Much More
Album: Boombastic
Artist: Shaggy
Composer(s): Orville Burrell, Anthony Kelly

Lyric:
Now everyday another youth hitch up in a gutter
Now I man talk and I man stutter
Can't understand say you fi try and help
The youth them make them get big, what

Say how much more ghetto youth have fi suffer?
How much more live without bread and butter?
How much more body we a go discover
Have fi live together every brother and we sister
Stop suffer

Me say, Jah pan the land a so we live a, so we die
Can't find the answer to the question why
Me say the sky is the limit, so you try touch the sky
Put your trust in the God now, Jah, Rastafari, Selassie

Hear how me cry and give me a bly
Never trouble you so why you want shoot the eye
Too much wicked man deh 'bout ya oh me oh my
Now feel it inna me heart when a siren a cry

How much more ghetto youth have fi suffer?
How much more live without bread and butter?
How much more body we a go discover
Have fi live together every brother and we sister
Stop suffer

Me say easy no youth, you love fi shoot
Now you deh a prison a suck off, man flute
Mama say you brut, you living like a coot
Jah, Jah never send no life, pan no parachute

Bad company make the I take the wrong route
Now you de behind the bar in a crisp stripe suit
And everyday another man a try pick dey fruit
Now them have you pan them nosel like a brand new recruit

How much more ghetto youth have fi suffer?
How much more live without bread and butter?
How much more body we a go discover
Have fi live together every brother and we sister
Stop suffer

Like a butter ?pon a piece of hot bread
A so your blood run when a shot lick your head
Don't you think it's better living than it is to be dead
And in the Bible it is written and so it should be said

Thou shall not kill, neither blood must shed
And yet still you wouldn't mind full me up the lead
And tell me if your conscience no burn you when you go a bed
And now you can't sleep, you de a think 'bout the dead

So how much more ghetto youth have fi suffer?
How much more live without bread and butter?
How much more body we a go discover
Have fi live together every brother and we sister
Stop suffer

Life it rough inna the ghetto
Everyday me neighborhood a run like Soweto
Over the badness is like you no let go
The other day them shot me bredrin in front of Esso

Take away him wallet with about twenty peso
After them shot him, then dump him over there so
And all me a warn is like me never say so

How much more ghetto youth have fi suffer?
How much more live without bread and butter?
How much more body we a go discover
Have fi live together every brother and we sister
Stop suffer

Me say, Jah pan the land a so we live a, so we die
Can't find the answer to the question why
Me say the sky is the limit, so you try touch the sky
Put your trust in the God now, Jah, Rastafari, Selassie

Hear how me cry and give me a bly
Never trouble you so why you want shoot the eye
Too much wicked man deh 'bout ya oh me oh my
Now feel it inna me heart when a siren a cry

How much more ghetto youth have fi suffer?
How much more live without bread and butter?
How much more body we a go discover
Have fi live together every brother and we sister
Stop suffer

Me say easy no youth, you love fi shoot
Now you deh a prison a suck off, man flute
Mama say you brut, you living like a coot
Jah, Jah never send no life, pan no parachute

Bad company make the I take the wrong route
Now you de behind the bar in a crisp stripe suit
And everyday another man a try pick dey fruit
Now them have you pan them nosel like a brand new recruit

How much more ghetto youth have fi suffer?
How much more live without bread and butter?
How much more body we a go discover
Have fi live together every brother and we sister
Stop suffer

Like a butter ?pon a piece of hot bread
A so your blood run when a shot lick your head
Don't you think it's better living than it is to be dead
And in the Bible it is written and so it should be said

Thou shall not kill, neither blood must shed
And yet still you wouldn't mind full me up the lead
And tell me if your conscience no burn you when you go a bed
And now you can't sleep, you de a think 'bout the dead

And how much more ghetto youth have fi suffer?
How much more live without bread and butter?
How much more body we a go discover
Have fi live together every brother

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Bonafide Girl - Lyrics - Intoxication - Shaggy

Title: Bonafide Girl
Album: Intoxication
Artist: Shaggy
Composer(s): Orville Burrell, Ricardo Ducent, Patrick Morrison

Lyric:
Such a beauty, you?re a cutie, every man hypnotize
Nothing can?t mash up me and me bonafide
Coulda never lead me stray no matter how hard them try
Nothing can?t mash up me and me bonafide

True you see me hesitate, nobody think say me shy
Nothing can?t mash up me and me bonafide
Them put the after call me for me, finna me roll me eye
Nothing can?t mash up me and me bonafide

Sweet girl, you?re the only one for me, the only one who has my heart
There?s no need to stray, our love is like a perfect work of art
Ain't no need to lose it, cool it, really gotta play it smart
(Got to play it smart)

Sweet girl, you?re the only one for me, the only one who has my heart
There?s no need to stray, our love is like a perfect work of art
Ain't no need to lose it, cool it, really gotta play it smart
(Got to play it smart)

Now what about man, them have them woman and them sweetheart
Gal, ina me ears me have to tell her say to ease off
Understand me afraid but me no wanna get her teed off
Pull them on me up a woman who nah ramp the squeeze off

If you have a good thing them say you no fi spoil it
Argument a brew and me no really want fi boil it
Ah, but what if a girl ina your bed, you might soil it
You might come back home and find she wanna check out you private

Sweet girl, you?re the only one for me, the only one who has my heart
There?s no need to stray, our love is like a perfect work of art
Ain't no need to lose it, cool it, really gotta play it smart
(Got to play it smart)

Now what a sweet chance fi wake up ina the morning
After me spend the whole night with me darling
And the pager go off and she a wonder who's calling?
Look upon her face, me done take that as the warning

Know when a woman start get too protective
Might have to try figure out her objective
Better make sure your argument is effective
Real old Columbus, she no stop play detective

Sweet girl, you?re the only one for me, the only one who has my heart
There?s no need to stray, our love is like a perfect work of art
Ain't no need to lose it, cool it, really gotta play it smart
(Got to play it smart)

Such a beauty, you?re a cutie, every man hypnotize
Nothing can?t mash up me and me bonafide
Coulda never lead me stray no matter how hard them try
Nothing can?t mash up me and me bonafide

True you see me hesitate, nobody think say me shy
Nothing can?t mash up me and me bonafide
Them put the after call me for me, finna me roll me eye
Nothing can?t mash up me and me bonafide

Now what about man, them have them woman and them sweetheart
Gal, ina me ears me have to tell her say to ease off
Understand me afraid but me no wanna get her teed off
Pull them on me up a woman who nah ramp the squeeze off

If you have a good thing them say you no fi spoil it
Argument a brew and me no really want fi boil it
Ah, but what if a girl ina your bed, you might soil it
You might come back home and find she wanna check out you private

Sweet girl, you?re the only one for me, the only one who has my heart
There?s no need to stray, our love is like a perfect work of art
Ain't no need to lose it, cool it, really gotta play it smart
(Got to play it smart)

Sweet girl, you?re the only one for me, the only one who has my heart
There?s no need to stray, our love is like a perfect work of art

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Tell Me - Lyrics - Beenie Man

Title: Tell Me
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Stanley Brown, Alex Cantrall, Myron Davis

Lyric:
Yes, iyah
Some gal a move like dem a killa
But dem have fi sekkle pon di tarantula
Yes, nyah
A Beenie Man and two thousand crew deh yah
But wah, hey

Woman yuh neva shy, put up yuh hand deh high
From anuh Suzzette or Antoinette dem really want fi tek yuh guy
Woman yuh neva bow, put up yuh hand dem now
You got di loot and di man dem a shoot
And di man dem got di wicked si now and

Woman yuh ever hot 'cause yuh run di spot
Yuh bass a bus' out, yuh treble a top
Yuh yeye dem nuh cross, yuh knee dem nuh knock and
Yuh n'ave fi use contacts
?Cause yuh private phat yuh pack up and gone
Yuh man haffi bawl and den him have fi call yuh back

Suh, tell me what you want, please
Tell me what you need, Denise
Tell me if I?m good enough for you, babe
Good enough for you, babe, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tell me what you want, please
Tell me what you need, Denise
Tell me if I?m good enough for you, babe
Good enough for you, babe, yeah, yeah, yeah
Chuh

Nuh gal nuh want nuh man weh stuck
No, no, no, dem want a man weh know di wuk
Yeah, yeah, yeah, she want a man fi hold her up
Drape her up, ina bed and gi her pure bed wuk

Yeah, yeah, yeah, nuh want no man who a jerk
No, no, no, she want a man weh know di work
Yeah, yeah, yeah, she want a man fi wuk her hard
Mek she run up ina di yard and migrate from di herd

But just di other day me and patsy a work
Mi bus' off her blouse and draw dung her skirt
Di gal she a gwaan like she don't really want turn on
Likkle more di gal bus mi silk shirt

But tell me what you want, please
Tell me what you need, Denise
Tell me if I?m good enough for you, babe
Good enough for you, babe, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tell me what you want, please
Tell me what you need, Denise
Tell me if I?m good enough for you, babe
Good enough for you, babe, yeah, yeah, yeah

But true mi tell dem seh simma simma
Heh, dem buy a brand new Bima Bima
Heh, den mi guh check dung a salla-salla
And him guh tell mi 'bout a gal name Angela

?Bout she a walk and a bawl seh she nuh want no fruitella
Fus' wuk she get di gal a bawl seh a beva
True mi know a volcano this bwoy live ina
Gal, dis yah DJ a lova

Tell me what you want, please
Tell me what you need, Denise
Tell me if I?m good enough for you, babe
Good enough for you, babe, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tell me what you want, please
Tell me what you need, Denise
Tell me if I?m good enough for you, babe
Good enough for you, babe, yeah, yeah, yeah

But gal, woman yuh neva shy, put up yuh hand deh high
From anuh Suzzette or Antoinette dem really want fi tek yuh guy
Woman yuh neva bow, put up yuh hand dem now
You got di loot and di man dem a shoot
And di man dem got di wicked si now and

Woman yuh ever hot 'cause yuh run di spot
Yuh bass a bus' out, yuh treble a top
Yuh yeye dem nuh cross, yuh knee dem nuh knock
And yuh n'ave fi use contacts
Because yuh private phat yuh pack up and gone
Yuh man haffi bawl and den him have fi call yuh back

But tell me what you want, please
Tell me what you need, Denise
Tell me if I?m good enough for you, babe
Good enough for you, babe, yeah, yeah, yeah

Tell me what you want, please
Tell me what you need, Denise
Tell me if I?m good enough for you, babe
Good enough for you, babe, yeah
Chuh

Nuh gal nuh want nuh man weh stuck
No, no, no, dem want a man weh know di wuk
Yeah, yeah, yeah, dem want a man fi hold her up
Drape her up, ina bed and gi her pure bed wuk

Yeah, yeah, yeah, nuh want no man who a jerk
No, no, no, dem want a man weh know di work
Yeah, yeah, yeah, dem want a man fi wuk her hard
Mek she run up ina di yard and migrate from di herd

But just di other day me and patsy a work
Mi bus' off her blouse and draw dung her skirt
Di gal she a gwaan like she don't want get turn on
Likkle more di gal bus mi silk shirt

[Incomprehensible]
Tell me what you want, please
Tell me

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Its A Pity - Lyrics - Tanya Stephens

Title: Its A Pity
Artist: Tanya Stephens
Composer(s): Jerome Bugnon, Pierre Baigorry, Leander Topp, Seeed Vivienne Stephens

Lyric:
I said, if we never get a chance to be together
Go with Jah, Tanya loves ya, wha me seh?

It's a pity, you already have a wife
And me done have a man inna mi life
Rude boy, it is a pity

I say, it is a pity, you already have yuh wife
And me have a one man inna mi life
Rude boy, it is a pity

I woulda like one of these mornings to wake up and find
Your face on a pillow lying right next to mine
I woulda cut out the partying and the smoking and the rum
And buss a extra wine and make we seal up a son

Well, every time mi fantasize, me see your lips, me see your eyes
Your trigger finger do something a lef the rude girl hypnotized
For you it's just a thing, just another little fling
But for me this is Heaven and the angel them a sing

It's a pity, you already have a wife
And me done have a man inna mi life
Rude boy, it's such a pity, yo

I say, it is such a pity, you already have yuh wife
And me have a one man inna mi life
Rude boy, it is a pity

Fi buck you up inna public and can't even touch
It really fuck me up because me check fi you so much
The respect weh mi have fi your woman, fi your kids
Believe me rude boy mi criss, a nuh matey this

Who knows? Maybe one day the world will be evolved enough
We'll share you in a civilized manner between the two of us
But until then I woulda love see you again
Me know we have fi play it by the stupid rules of sin

I said, if we never get a chance to be together
Go with Jah, Tanya loves ya, wha me seh?

So meet me round the corner, avoid Mitzy and Lorna
You know them a two of the biggest informer
I'm not starving for sex no, nah bawl out vex no
But the way how yuh flex really beat my interest yo

Ayou weh people see a no the you fa me loving
And the you weh deh with me go much deeper than skin
I don't know exactly what it is you're feeling
But I wish this was a permanent thing, yo

It's such a pity, you already have yuh wife
And me done have a man inna mi life
Rude boy, it is a pity

I say, it is such a pity, you already have yuh wife
And me have a one man inna mi life
Rude boy, it is a pity

Me know seh you belong to she
You know seh me belong to him
Me wouldn't want you dis your queen
Me woulda never dis mi king

But when yuh play pon mi riddim
And when me feel your base a swing
You lef me inna turmoil, you have me head a spin

It really mek me sad fi haffi waste so much water
I think the two o' we can mek a beautiful daughter
But it would be selfish to an innocent little youth
Fi bring her come and cannot tell her the truth
Tell her the truth

I said, go with Jah, I will always love you
I said, if we never get a chance to be together
Go with Jah, remember Tanya loves ya

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Gal Yu A Pepper - Lyrics - Boombastic - Shaggy

Title: Gal Yu A Pepper
Album: Boombastic
Artist: Shaggy
Composer(s): Halliburton Livingston Burrell Pizzoni

Lyric:
The girls them a hot stepper, uh
You know say a them girl deh a the original stepper, yeah
Hot like a scotch bonnet pepper
Me say

Gal yu a pepper you alone the man a ask for
A gal can't skate your fence and try cross your border
You a the element weh nuff man mad over
A gal a grudge you tell try hole her corner

Women a yu a pepper you alone the man a ask for
A gal can't skate your fence and try cross your border
You a the element weh nuff man mad over
A gal a taste you tell her try

Me bawl out, woeh, gal your body ready me have fi bawl out
Woeh, 'cause she a goody goody man I bawl out
Woeh, look good indeed girl me bawl out
Woeh, tell them weh me say now

Well, gal you a pepper dance hall stepper
Gal a tek your man you make she know she can never
Ever ever ever take you from Trevor
'Cause she a goody goody but a fi you own better

Man a write love letter want you forever
Buy you a fur coat and she a wear cheap sweater
Hair in a setter ga-lang a hair dresser
Fi you love alone is weh the man them desire, whoo, yeah

Gal yu a pepper you alone the man a ask for
A gal can't skate your fence and try cross your border
You a the element weh nuff man mad over
A gal a taste you tell try hole

Me bawl out, woeh, gal your body ready man have bawl out
Woeh, 'cause she a goody goody I say bawl out
Woeh, look good indeed girl them bawl out
Woeh, tell them weh me say

Well, a you them desire she them wants a fi one night a hire
With all a but that now she can't get a buyer
She crisp like the rims them deh gal a old tire
You a live wire while a she catch fire

You them admire fi her body want retire
Her body it beat out wash and put in a dryer
Beat out and dueco for sale say pon flyer
Step up in a life that is what you require

Regular church goer all a sing pan choir
Mattie she flop them the gal de a liar, whoo, ya ya

Gal yu a pepper you alone the man a ask for me
A gal can't skate your fence and try cross your border
You a the element weh nuff man mad over
A gal a taste you tell try

Me bawl out, woeh, gal your body ready now fi bawl out
Woeh, 'cause she a goody goody man I bawl out
Woeh, look good indeed yes me bawl out
Woeh, tell them weh me say

Well a gal you a pepper dance hall stepper
Gal a tek your man you make she know she can never
Ever ever ever take you from Trevor
'Cause she a goody goody but a fi you own better

Man a write love letter want you forever
Buy you a fur coat and she a wear cheap sweater
Hair in a setter ga-lang a hair dresser
Fi you love alone is weh the man them desire, whoo, ya, ya

Gal yu a pepper you alone the man a ask for
A gal can't skate your fence and try cross your border
You a the element weh nuff man mad over
A gal a taste you tell try hole her corner

Women a yu a pepper you alone the man a ask for
A gal can't skate your fence and try cross your border
You a the element weh nuff man mad over
A gal a taste you tell her a

Me bawl out, woeh, gal your body ready now fi bawl out
Woeh, 'cause she a goody goody man I bawl out
Woeh, tell them weh me say who man me bawl out
Woeh, look good indeed

Well a she them desire she them want a now fi one night a hire
With all a but that well she can't get a buyer
She crisp like the rims them deh gal a old tire
You a live wire while a she catch fire

You them admire fi her body want retire
Her body it bleach out wash and put in a dryer
Beat out and dueco for sale say pon flyer
Step up in a life that is what you require

Regular church goer all a preach pan choir
Tell them young gal, whoo, ya ya

Gal yu a pepper you alone the man a ask for
A gal can't skate your fence and try cross your border
You a the element weh nuff man mad over
A gal a taste you tell her a

I am an bawl, woeh, tell gal your body ready now fi bawl out
Woeh, 'cause she a goody goody now fi bawl out
Woeh, look good indeed me now them bawl out
Woeh, tell them weh me say, whoo yan

Woeh, wo woeh woeh, woeh

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Crazy Feeling - Lyrics - Wayne Wonder

Title: Crazy Feeling
Artist: Wayne Wonder
Composer(s): O Brian, Donovan Bennett, Von Wayne Charles

Lyric:
I gotta crazy feeling inside
(Fi di gal dem)
I know you want me so come on and get me
(True now)
Baby come into my life
(Fi di gal dem)
I'll take you back on the force of light
(Do it Wayne dance)
Crazy feeling inside
(Fi di gal dem)
I know you want me so come on and get me
(Shizzle, shizzle)
Baby come into my life
([Incomprehensible])
I'll take you back on the force of light

Alright
Before the sunrise, she get di size, between the ties
Haffi a wood though while she getting in trouble no bag a eyes
Me never waan the man to make nuh noise
She tell me keep it on the down low no one a surprise
Becau di lips could never dem a spise
She nuh eat nuh noting with none a dem pun corna eyes
Dem all a full a tricks an' full a lies
Dem kind of boy she despise

Hotty hotty queenie me go pick her up inna me lama genie
She she gwaan go show me tricks just like a genie
Camera bag inna bikini
How is she really tink it is a teeny
Never imitate facial beemy know me dem she all a free me
Ugly up di face like halo weeny
She a love at first sight an' she feel me leg off di French sheeny
Member we a boy we love fi peeny peeny
She take di combination make she schemy
True now

I gotta crazy feeling inside
(Fi di gal dem)
I know you want me so come on and get me
(She is mine)
Baby come into my life
(Fi di gal dem)
I'll take you back on the force of light
(Come on)
Crazy feeling inside
(Fi di gal dem)
I know you want me so come on and get me
([Incomprehensible])
Baby come into my life
(Fi di gal dem)
I'll take you back on the force of light

Baby come put my mind at ease
When we drop di tappa we a cruise inna di breeze
I know girl I'm really just what you need
Gal me a go give it to you all and make you weaze
Baby come keep my company
I go make noting come between you and me
Let me light your fire

I grill too many boats
And one bokkle of gotta shoot roots
Bury di herb
Gal rap up a whole 10 soup
When me shoot
Inna di hoop
Never miss a loop
Tell a corend me from get all di frank so gwaan a loop

Wine pon me soup like a whole a hoop
Never miss a target
Bullseye evertime me shoot
So mother grow me up since me a youth
Feed me pon di steam fish
I gotta

I gotta crazy feeling inside
(You know)
I know you want me so come on and get me
(Come on)
Baby come into my life
(Fi di gal dem)
I'll take you back on the force of light
(You know)
Crazy feeling inside
(Fi di gal dem)
I know you want me so come on and get me
([Incomprehensible])
Baby come into my life
(Fi di gal dem)
I'll take you back on the force of light

Before the sunrise, she get di size, between the ties
Haffi a wood though while she getting in trouble no bag a eyes
Me never waan the man to make nuh noise
She tell me keep it on the down low no one a surprise
Becau di lips could never dem a spise
She nuh eat nuh noting with none a dem pun corna eyes
Dem all a full a tricks an' full a lies
Dem kind of boy she despise

Hotty hotty queenie me go pick her up inna me Lamborghini
She she gwaan go show me tricks just like a genie
Camera bag inna bikini
How is she really tink it is a teeny
Never imitate facial beemy know me dem she all a free me
Ugly up di face like halo weeny
She a love at first sight an' she feel me leg off di French sheeny
'Member we a boy we love fi peeny peeny
She take di combination make she schemy
True now

I gotta crazy feeling inside
I know you want me so come on and get me
Baby come into my life
I'll take you back on the force of light
Crazy feeling inside
I know you want me so come on and get me
Baby come into my life
I'll take you back on the force of light

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Fi - You And Me - Lyrics - Hard

Title: Fi - You And Me
Artist: Hard
Composer(s): Richard Archer

Lyric:
I have my problems, I have my share
I can't see anyway out, I think I'm stuck here
But then I see you, I wanna touch you
I can't explain it away, I really want you

Do you think that we'd make it?
Without you in my life, I'd hate it
Sit about and debate it
I'm sick of hanging around, oh yeah

Girl, you and me, girl, you and me
We've got to go, we've got to leave
Get on a plane, head for the sun
We've got to go, we've got to run

And every morning, I go to work
Pay me the minimum wage, treat me like dirt
But then I see you, I wanna kiss you
I can't explain it away, I really want you

Do you think that, we'd make it?
Without you in my life, I'd hate it
Sit about and debate it
I'm sick of hanging around, oh yeah

Girl, you and me, girl, you and me
We've got to go, we've got to leave
Get on a plane, head for the sun
We've got to go, we've got to run

I have my problems, I have my share
I can't see anyway out, I think I'm stuck here
But then I see you, I wanna touch you
I can't explain it away, I really want you

Girl, you and me, girl, you and me
We've got to go, we've got to leave
Get on a plane, head for the sun
We've got to go, we've got to run

Girl, you and me, girl, you and me
We've got to go, we've got to leave
Get on a plane, head for the sun
We've got to go, we've got to run

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Big Up - Lyrics - Shaggy

Title: Big Up
Artist: Shaggy
Composer(s): Orville Burrell, Shaun Pizzonia, Bruce A. Brewster

Lyric:
Now this one dedicates to all the women
That I please just big up for themself
Them the man them know say
That the flush a bomb extra buff and rough
Shagsman and Rayvon is one new brand
'Bout to become number one, watch this

And you fi, big up, big up
All of the women them, big up, big up
All of the girl them, big up, big up
All of the women them, big up, big up, whooey

See me go, watch it go cop
Teaching it please stand up, please
Viva Apache full of pure make-up
When she walk upon street
A whole heap of man big them up
Big up, big up, gal you're fat and you're buff

Gal you're fat and you're buff, expensive and rough
A put your hand in the air and just big up
Gal if you're fat and you're buff, I know your comfort
Put your hand in the air and just big up

Gal if you're fat and you're buff, another virgin bluff
Well, put your hand in the air and just big up
Gal if you're fat and you're buff and you're buffer or dapper
Put your hand in the air and just big up

Say wa, jump and skin out 'cause you know I say a sexy
Shout it out 'cause a you have the vinery
Bawl it out you big thing and healthy
We brought you up a man we called so leave I man me
Your hair style man it look well fancy

Tell the all of them say you have your man a ready
Your face a look like fi vow a night monkey
Hid no pain, top just like Apache
Come, come take it from the one named Shaggy
Tell the world you big thing and healthy

Fat and you're buff, expensive and rough
Well, put your hand in the air and just big up
Gal if you're fat and you're buff, I know your comfort
Put your hand in the air and just big up
Gal if you're fat and you're buff and you're buffer or dapper
Put your hand in the air and just big up

Well, I don't want no man tell me woman no nice, ey
And I don't want no man tell me woman no sweet, eey
Don't want no man tell me woman no nice, woman no nice
Don't want no man tell me woman no sweet, ey

Well you fi, big up, big up, now your poom-poom shorts
Big up, big up, now your body lick shirt
Big up, big up, now your catwoman-suit
Big up, big up, mini-skirt look cute

So me say Brooklyn man helped me big them up
And a Manville man helped me big them up
And a New York man helped me big them up
And Flatbush man say helped me big them up

And a big up yourself because you're fat and you're buff, gal
(Big up)
Tell them say that you're fat and you're buff, gal
(Big up)
Tell them you are the god of buff, gal
(Big up)

Tell them you're expensive and rough, gal
(Big up)
Tell them say that a you confess, gal
(Big up)
Tell them say you're the virgin bluff

Fat and you're buff, expensive and rough
Well, put your hand in the air and just big up
Gal if you're fat and you're buff, I know your comfort
Put your hand in the air and just big up
Gal if you're fat and you're buff and you're buffer or dapper
Put your hand in the air and just sight, aha

Watch it go cop
Teaching it please stand up, please
Viva Apache full of pure make-up
When she walk upon street
A whole heap of man big them up
Big up, big up, big up
Because you're fat and you're buff

Shagsman girl man she fat and she buff
Rayvon gal man she fat and she buff

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, ey
And me don't want no man say I fi work Angela, ooh, ooh
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, ey
And me don't know King Kong, what if she know him, ya, ooh

Big up, big up, now your poom-poom shorts
Big up, big up, now your body lick shirt
Big up, big up, now your catwoman-suit
Big up, big up, whooey

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Half Way Tree - Lyrics - Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

Title: Half Way Tree
Artist: Damian "Junior Gong" Marley
Composer(s): Kassem Dean, S Marley, Damian Marley

Lyric:
Okay, rememnber the breif
And one and two and bounce and bounce
And bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce

It's like keeping a stage show and want the place fi done
Wha you do call my management that walk wid 50 gun, wha mi do
Nah goin' go pon stage until me get me funds
Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gong what a hefty sum

Youngest veteran intercept di run
Artist a carry feelings and tears a run
Say you know, say a just true, him a Bob Marley son
How him get a Swizz Beats and you nuh get me none

Wha mi sing strictly ex amount of high grade sess mi bun
Wha mi sing strictly only high grade princess mi bun
Politician well love push up dem chest mi bun
Certain loud rowdy talking interest mi gun

Now mi come fi bun down all material object
Wid a raas claat gold chain 'round me neck
Me bun a fire pon di man weh love bitch and fret
And want every little detail intricate

Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't accept
Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy don't forget
Well, is it just me or is it hot to death
It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette

D.J. race a run on your mark, get set
And watch everybody run to the record outlet
Tell me who C.D. do you think they get
The one closest to the Bob Marley box set

And boom and anyhow you nuh feel me yet
Well, chances are you might soon go def
Me have a clip fully loaded and one select
Fi any bwoy weh nuh want show the Gong respect

All me shirt and shoes and pants me bet
Say a nuff D.J. haffi go starve to death
While dem girl read about me on the Internet
But it's not their fault, don't get upset

Because dem can't touch me intellect
And boom dem can't even bounce a check
Well, you better rest your drinks pon a serviette
And gwon bounce around until you bust a sweat

Bounce
Just bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce
Just bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce

So return to di venues you used to fill
And return to the ends where you used to chill
I know them putting some punks on over kill
Wid some everyday tune, I refuse to build

Now you've been waiting patiently until boom
A me name Jr.Gong and still, boom
Ridin' a bounce and you can't stand still, boom
See it deh now your drinks a spill

You have some D.J. think dem shoot to kill
'Cause dem spar wid, a couple thug youths weh will
Wait till dem lickle chumpas, dem have draw nil
Ah di same thug, ah climb thru dem windowsill

And, anyhow you no pay di bill
Well, dem could a find you a sligoville
You better mind how you use your talent and skill
Till you hear man a bruk down your burglar grill

Well, it's from baby pram n to Stroller dem
We rock mics anywhere, we get a hold a dem
Wid di Muffin looking over, we shoulder dem
Better read out all mi portfolio dem

Well, it's roots and branches, sticks and stems
A di Halfway Tree and it a murder dem
Ghetto youths, one fam, you never heard a dem
Dangerous nightlife observer dem

So just bounce, bounce, bounce wit' me
Big man big woman and pickney
Feel no pain when di music hit me
Find all a gyal weh fit me

Keeping a stage show and want the place fi done
Wha you do call my management that walk wid 50 gun
Wha mi do, nah goin' go pon stage until me get me funds
Wha mi sing, one Jr.Gog what a hefty sum

Youngest veteran intercept di run
Artist a carry feelings and tears a run
Say you know, say a just true, him a Bob Marley son
How him get a Swizz Beats and you nuh get me none

Wha mi sing strictly ex amount of high grade sess mi bun
Wha mi sing strictly only high grade princess mi bun
Politician well love push up dem chest mi bun
Certain loud rowdy talking interest mi gun

Now mi come fi bun down all material object
Wid a raas claat gold chain 'round me neck
Me bun a fire pon di man weh love bitch and fret
And want every little detail intricate

Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't accept
Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy don't forget
Well, is it just me or is it hot to death
It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette

D.J. race a run on your mark, get set
And watch everybody run to the record outlet
Tell me who C.D. do you think they get
The one closest to the Bob Marley box set

Well, dem just can't believe or dem won't accept
Jr.Gong and Swizz beat, fassy don't forget
Well, is it just me or is it hot to death
It's the Halfway Tree C.D. and cassette

D.J. race a run on your mark, get set
And watch everybody run to the record outlet
Tell me who C.D. do you think they get
The one closest to the Bob Marley box set

So just

Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
...

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Bossman - Lyrics - Tropical Storm - Beenie Man

Title: Bossman
Album: Tropical Storm
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Dave Willard Antho Kelly, Lady Saw Pharrell L Williams, Moses Anthony Davis, Sean Henriques

Lyric:
Well this is Beenie Man
The roughest toughest bumboclaat bad man from out of Jamaica
Hear this one, ya
Beenie Man 'longside Sean Paul and Lady Saw
Oh na na na
Well I'm a gangster for life
Take your life, take your wife, and everything nice
Gangster for life
Take your life, take your wife
Yes Jah

Bossman
Anytime you see me come around
Bossman
Don't take bad man fi clown
Bossman
Glack we move yuh head crown
Bossman
Dis in a yuh own blood yuh drown
Bossman
Bad man rule de compound
Bossman
Dis and we bumb down yuh town
Bossman
Feel say you can't stick around
Bossman
Man a nuh no clown

Man a gangsta for life
Take your life, sex your wife, and everything nice
Gangsta's paradise
Dat is ma life
Is a thug girl me want fi me wife
You tink say yu bad man bad and come
You tink say yu tough man tough and come
You tink say yu rough man rough and come
Dis now a gunshot shall fire dung

Man a bad man a east
Tell them now dis
From a war man a freak
You shoot nuh miss
An if you run off ya beak
You make wit list
But if in New York we meet
Gunshot wi beat

Start war
You decease
Til' it nah go cease
Sudden destruction when yuh check say a peace
Word out ya road man a say you a de beast
Well since yuh a de beast
Then a Teflon Feast

Anytime you see me come around
Bossman
Don't take bad man for clown
Bossman
Glock fi move your head crown
Bossman
Dis in a yuh own blood yuh drown
Bossman
Bad man lock down yo town
Bossman
Bad man bomb yuh compound
Bossman
Feel say yuh bad you a clown
Bossman
Don't stick around

Me a Rasta
But me a gangsta
Me have me kids
And me have baby motha
Gimme me money
Bossman, whe me come for
'Cause if you dis badman you get murda
Pass me Louga
And me Rouga
'Cause if you talk di two a dem gwoin' fire
'Cause me a real badman from Jamaica
A Beenie Man down pon de rhythm who a gangsta

Bossman
Anytime you see me come around
Bossman
Don't take bad man for clown
Bossman
Glack we move your head crown
Bossman
Dis in a yuh own blood yuh drown
Bossman
Bad man rule de compound
Bossman
Dis mi, mi wi bumb down yuh town
Bossman
Anytime you see me come around
Bossman
Don't take bad fi clown

Bad man queen
Take care a him machine
Lock down de base
When me hear siren
I've got his back
Can be just as mean
Blow man marrow and left de spot clean

Control all docks
Have all gun lock
Know who fi buy out
And who fi get shot
Real tappa tap
De baddest chick ëpon de block
Nah fuck wit de queen
'Cause me always strap

Anytime you see we come around
Don't take my crew fi clown
We gunshot fat like a pound
Shh, silence and don't make a sound

Me keep telling them
Punks
Sympathy weh wi ain't lending them
Punks
Chank out fi broke and nah go bending them
Punks
Beer shot we're sending them
Punks
Violator now we ending them
Punks
No matter where dem dey
East west north or south
From dem open up dem mouth
And dem dis we

Them a go catch lead in deh
From dem a hype up
Teflon dem bite up
De whole place light up
Unuh nuh hear what me say
Come in a me town
And de whole a dem a clown
Dem a try take me crown
Nuff a dem dem a we enemy
Chop dem up fust
Eliminate dem to dust
Man a real bad man
Pass mi blunt and mi Hennessey

Anytime you see we come around
Bossman
Don't take bad man fi clown
Bossman
Shot we move your head crown
Bossman
Dis in a yuh own blood yuh drown

Bossman
Bossman
Bossman
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Ever Blazing - Lyrics - Sean Paul

Title: Ever Blazing
Artist: Sean Paul
Composer(s): Sean Paul Henriques, Steven Michael Marsden, Stephens Rohan, Jason Henriques

Lyric:
Ever blazin', ever blazin', girl
Blazin' up the flame, blazin' up the flame
Ever blazin', ever blazin', girl
Yo

As the world turn and as time burn, girl, you know I'm gonna be there
My love is ever blazin', ever blazin', girl, and you know it naw go change
As the world turn and as time burn, girl, you know I'm gonna be there
My love is ever blazin', ever blazin', girl, and it never fades away

There's no pretendin', girl, I said my love is never endin'
From we used to par just like a friend thing
Up until now me a tell you say, a you fi be de queen
I and I man a your said king

Well, a one thing the dutty Paul is requestin'
Keep up to date 'cause you a the best thing
Girl, you know your lifestyle well interestin'
That's why the dutty investin'

As the world turn and as time burn, girl, you know I'm gonna be there
My love is ever blazin', ever blazin', girl, and you know it naw go change
As the world turn and as time burn, girl, you know I'm gonna be there
My love is ever blazin', ever blazin', girl, and it never fades away

Because me admire you, but me no shy a you
So from de day me hire you, me know me naw fire you
Girl, a long time the dutty rock a desire you
Woman you know sey you hot and you a spit fire too

Bill Gates, Donald Trump, them a require you
In a the Pentium five them waan wire you
Make them know you a real frequent flyer too
Like a trophy inna me bed me know me waan retire you

As the world turn and as time burn, girl, you know I'm gonna be there
My love is ever blazin', ever blazin', girl, and you know it naw go change
As the world turn and as time burn, girl, you know I'm gonna be there
My love is ever blazin', ever blazin', girl, and it never fades away

There's no pretendin', girl, you know my love is never endin'
From we used to par just like a friend thing
Up until now me a tell you say, a you fi be de queen
I and I man a your said king

And a one thing the dutty Paul is requestin'
Keep up to date 'cause you a the best thing
Girl, you know your lifestyle well interestin'
That's why the dutty investin'

As the world turn and as time burn, girl, you know I'm gonna be there
My love is ever blazin', ever blazin', girl, and you know it naw go change
As the world turn and as time burn, girl, you know I'm gonna be there
My love is ever blazin', ever blazin', girl, and it never fades away

Because me admire you but me no shy a you
So from de day me hire you, me know me naw fire you
Girl, a long time the dutty rock a desire you
Woman, you know sey you hot and you a spit fire too

Bill Gates, Donald Trump, them a require you
In a the Pentium five them waan wire you
Make them know you a real frequent flyer too
Like a trophy inna me bed me know me waan retire you

As the world turn and as time burn, girl, you know I'm gonna be there
My love is ever blazin', ever blazin', girl, and it never gonna change
As the world turn and as time burn, girl, you know I'm gonna be there
My love is ever blazin', ever blazin', girl, and it never fades away

As the world turns and as time burn, girl, you know I'm gonna be there
My love is ever blazin', ever blazin', girl, and it never gonna change
As the world turn and as time burn, girl, you know I'm gonna be there

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Searching (So Much Bubble) - Lyrics - Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

Title: Searching (So Much Bubble)
Artist: Damian "Junior Gong" Marley
Composer(s): Stephen Marley, Damian Marley

Lyric:
You never hear a weh the Jr. say
See many girls who look so fine
And still I'm searching even night and day
An can't find a gal who look so lovely

You never hear wey the muffin' say
Trod through the valley of the sweat and tears
And still he's searching even night and day
Can't find a gal who look so lovely

You set the standard for all prestige
You're beauty plentiful just like plenty sand on the beach
You should a keep in a showcase when guarded by police
Me tek ten thousand chariots just fi reach

Well, mi see she blush then she bawl good grief
Gwan Jr. Gong you is living masterpiece
Well, a so me know she weak under mi speech
Mi big up Ragamuffin cause me learn as you teach

A the muffin show I and I how fi dress so neat
The proper way to behave anytime parents a meet
The courteous smile the only way to greet
Bon jour madam would you please have a seat

A cool beverage or maybe something to eat
I said a lady like yourself should not be seen on the street
Good thing mi no diabetic cause the way you so sweet
Nuff tender touches to sweep the girl off she feet

She said my aspect of life is genuinely unique
She need a real Ragamuffin to compliment her physique
And sing

You never hear a weh the Jr. say
See many girls who look so fine
And still I'm searching even night and day
An can't find a gal who look so lovely

You never hear wey the muffin' say
Trod through the valley of the sweat and tears
And still he's searching even night and day
Can't find a gal who look so lovely

Woman I would like to let you know just how this man feel
And express myself so the secret reveal
Gal me love you like how Georgie love cornmeal
I would like the privilege for me and you just fi deal

Well, full dedication I'm taking for real
You and me was meant to be just like a pedal and wheel
You a the treasure everyman want to steal
Excellent qualities with cross over appeal

Take you on a trip through the West Indies
Or maybe me and you can spend some time overseas
Well, smile fi awhile then she bawl yes please
Gwan Jr. Gong go show your expertise

Well, right then and there mi observe wey mi need
She's sweet than the honey that we get from the bees
Right at my finger tips is to touch and to tease
Cause mi de in a di program from mi eye deh a mi knees

Ital stew under nuff gungu peas
She want a real Ragamuffin to hug
And to squeeze

You never hear a weh the Jr. say
See many girls who look so fine
And still I'm searching even night and day
An can't find a gal who look so lovely

You never hear wey the muffin' say
Trod through the valley of the sweat and tears
And still he's searching even night and day
Can't find a gal who look so lovely

You never hear a weh the Jr. say
See many girls who look so fine
And still I'm searching even night and day
An can't find a gal who look so lovely

You never hear wey the muffin' say
Trod through the valley of the sweat and tears
And still he's searching even night and day
Can't find a gal, watch dis

You set the standard for all prestige
You're beauty plentiful just like plenty sand on the beach
You should a keep in a showcase when guarded by police
Me tek ten thousand chariots just fi reach

Well, mi see she blush then she bawl good grief
Gwan Jr. Gong you is living masterpiece
Well, a so me know she weak under mi speech
Mi big up Ragamuffin cause me learn as you teach

A the muffin show I and I how fi dress so neat
The proper way to behave anytime parents a meet
The courteous smile the only way to greet
Bon jour madam would you please have a seat

A cool beverage or maybe something to eat
I said a lady like yourself should not be seen on the street
Good thing mi no diabetic cause the way you so sweet
Nuff tender touches to sweep the girl off she feet

She said my aspect of life is genuinely unique
She need a real Ragamuffin to compliment
Her physique

You never hear a weh the Jr. say
See many girls who look so fine
And still I'm searching even night and day
An can't find a gal who look so lovely

You never hear wey the muffin' say
Trod through the valley of the sweat and tears
And still he's searching even night and day
Can't find a gal who look so lovely

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Dog - Lyrics - Jhene

Title: Dog
Artist: Jhene
Composer(s): Dreux Frederic, T Oliver, J Stokes, M Houston, Kelton Kessee, J Jones

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Lyric:
Platinum status bringing you the heat
You were playing games on me
I'm your new enemy
Now you will never be you're a dog
Why you go and do that no it didn't work
You were playing game on me, you're a dog

You thought I was in the dark, baby boy from the start
I was askin' questions to see if you was creepin', at all
I am accusing you of cheatin' no matter what you sayin'
So irritatin' so baby stop playin'

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

You were playing games on me
I'm your new enemy

I heard you say you were gonna push up on her
I played along boy you think I'm stupid
I'm on point, no, I don't miss a damn thang

Fed up but Jhene ain't fallin'
Play I don't know but she is my dog, yeah
I got my friend on you tellin' her to call
You got caught now I know that you're a dog

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

I'm a D O G from the T U G
It's hard tryna be the F I double Z
I'm the Jay-Z of my generation
So sick I'm every hospital's number 1 patient

Girls be killin' me with they fantasies
When all I really wanted was the G T Ds
Two minutes of conversation and you outta control
I'm a D O G ain't no change in me

You think I didn't know you
How you played me for a fool
Barking at the wrong tree
Now you turn into my enemy

I planned it all like
I tried to test you

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

I'm your new enemy, yeah
Now this will never be
You're tryin' to test me
I'm so disappointed
You're tryin' to test me
And now I'm so disappointed

You're a dog
You're a dog
You're a dog

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Run Dem - Lyrics - Broken Silence - Foxy Brown

Title: Run Dem
Album: Broken Silence
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Inga Marchand, Dave Willard Antho Kelly, Dameon Beckett

Lyric:
Whoa, a what de blood claat 'em fool 'em

Who the fuck told bitches they could do what I do?
All of a sudden all y'all bitches got accents too?
Bad gyal, bitches can't do the shit that I do
Sometime a gal figure it cool

I tell a motherfucker this
Some niggaz nowadays move worse than a bitch
And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man dick so
Got the pussy, I got the live fo'

I'm a grown ass bitch with my own ass shit
Now hear dis and I wan' chat me a go bustin' a secret
Y'all big botty man, ya have look man bottom
Pussy watchman, you a trace gyal patton

Fuck who, niggaz wish they could fuck me
Like they never seen a hot gyal act like we
Big bumba claat star, push hot car
Big hood, and love back way all day

The way my man fuck, can't even stand up
And when he gets stiff it cum like ten dicks
Take it through my hole right through my appendix
I got a message, why don't ch'all motherfuckers sit on this?

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

Out of all the broads in the game, Fox is the baddest
Picture me fuckin' with a nigga half my status
Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me back it
Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket

How dare y'all motherfuckers even spit my name
Cool na man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game
And tell dem all you young pussy like sugar cane
And buck yat take beer owed by queer, oh dem where dat?

Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut
Wouldn't fuck you if I was horny, or pissy ass drunk
Lucky I don't fuck around and get you stuck up
Waitin' outside your studio, collect your dub bucks

Bitch, fuck around and get that nigga gun buck
Outsider fully loaded with the gun stashed up
In front of Cactus, chrome fo' fifth
And a bag of full clip for niggaz with loose lip

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

How many times I got to let y'all bitches know I'm
One of a kind, can't fuck with mines?
See when Fox in the place, pure hotness a gwan
When I bust wine we na watch ya face, gwan

Ya too fraud, sound ridiculous
I'm the only trini bitch that can kick yard shit
What you know about skin out and bruck out
Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style

Look at this wannabes comin' around me
Sick of thes fake G's tryin' to clown me
Why these niggaz be tryin' to drown me?
I'm tellin' you fools no one can bound me

Look at this wannabe's comin' around me
Sick of thes fake G's tryin' to clown me
Why you niggaz be tryin' to drown me?
I'm tellin' you fools no one can bound me

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

I I Inga I I Inga, Fox Brown, Baby Cham
Look at this, on the beast
Loo-loo-look at this, on the beast
Come in the brown, ro-round me
Ro-round me, fake niggas, fake niggas

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Miss L. A. P. - Lyrics - Tropical Storm - Beenie Man

Title: Miss L. A. P.
Album: Tropical Storm
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Moses Davis, Anthony Kelly

Lyric:
Yeah dawg
Well, yuh done know a wah day mi a go dung di road
And buck up Miss. L.A.P
Lovely awesome person
Mi just touch her pon her shoulder one time and tell her this

Baby you look fine, I want you to be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you, you gotta be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you to be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you, you gotta be mine

Miss World, me a eyes you for a long time
It seems like everywhere you go that's where the sun shine
I wanna penetrate your mind with some strong rhyme
And entertain your thoughts with the right line

Baby, cut the crap I wanna make you mine
I can't take a nap until the dealy sign
Me want your body but it's like a new design
Hear me one more time

So me go so

Dem cute girls dem got me hurting
Is just to find the right gem
But dat a when months upon months of searching
Still can't find the right blend

So me go so den de doctor lucky when him find you lurking
Away from de ballas dem
So me tell you den, how you have me whole body workin'
Willing fi start over again

So me go so

Baby you look fine, I want you to be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you, you gotta be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you to be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you, you gotta be mine

You are the product of a good mama teachin'
I gotta come correct on my preachin'
Have to be up front and no screechin'
'Cause me want you up front when we go beachin'

Baby you body fine, you have me weepin'
Find me self up on your avenue screechin'
Embedded in your love I am deep in
Intellect speakin' so me go so

I hope you know say you drive me crazy
Just by the way how you wine
But dat a when to how much girl me have a chase me
And a you stuck upon me mind

So me go so den, girl everything just amaze me
How comes you look so fine
So me tell you den when my friends a go praise me
When me get you to be mine

L.A.P

Baby you look fine, I want you to be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you, you gotta be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you to be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you, you gotta be mine

Miss World, me a eyes you for a long time
It seems like everywhere you go that's where the sun shine
I wanna penetrate your mind with some strong rhyme
And entertain your thoughts with the right line

Baby, cut the crap I wanna make you mine
I can't take a nap until the dealy sign
Me want your body but it's like a new design
Hear me one more time

So me go so

Dem cute girls dem got me hurting
Is just to find the right gem
But dat a when months upon months of searching
Still can't find the right blend

So me go so den de doctor lucky when him find you lurking
Away from de ballas dem
So me tell you den, how you have me whole body workin'
Willing fi start over again

So me go so

Baby you look fine, I want you to be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you, you gotta be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you to be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you, you gotta be mine

Baby you look fine, I want you to be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you, you gotta be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you to be mine
Baby you look fine, I want you, you gotta be mine

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Mi Blenda - Lyrics - Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

Title: Mi Blenda
Artist: Damian "Junior Gong" Marley
Composer(s): Damian Marley, S Marley

Lyric:
A Guinness and peanut
Me put inna me blender
Me a di champion
Fi all contender

And if she wanna be a
Fan club member
I'm gonna give her
Something to remember

All girls say dem wah fi know
What kinda tings turn me on
Say dem wah fi know
What part of Kingston me born

Say dem wah fi know
The bling blings me have on
Say dem wah fi know
What kinda tings pop me corn

Real Rasta man to comeand sprinkle di lawn
And give her di cabin stabbing dem
From evenings to dawn, well all of the feminine
Gender mi warn take you like a tidal

A Guinness and peanut
Me put inna me blender
Me a di champion
Fi all contender

And if she wanna be a
Fan club member
I'm gonna give her
Something to remember

She need some strong backative
To keep her genitals warm
Position herself
Fi di show man perform

Guinness and peanut
It works like a charm
Professional works
And di show must go on

Somebody please ring di
Phat gyal alarm dem gyal yah so phat
Ah mus' e' phat gyal farm
Start separating the flowers from the thorns
And all a di queens from di pawns

A Guinness and peanut
Me put inna me blender
Me a di champion
Fi all contender

And if she wanna be a
Fan club member
I'm gonna give her
Something to remember

To how dem love me bad
A mus' e' bling me a bling
To how dem love me bad
A mus' di wine man a fling

To how dem love me bad
A mus' e' true man a king
To how dem love me bad
A mus' di tune man a sing

Well, how dem fight we so
A true dem nah get no wine
Well, how dem fight we so
A true dem nah get me time

Dem can't get a nickel
Dem can't get a dime
Dem can't get nuh

A Guinness and peanut
Me put inna me blender
Me a di champion
Fi all contender

And if she wanna be a
Fan club member
I'm gonna give her
Something to remember

All girls say dem wah fi know
What kinda tings turn me on
Say dem wah fi know
What part of Kingston me born

Say dem wah fi know
The bling blings me have on
Say dem wah fi know
What kinda tings pop me corn

Real Rasta man to comeand sprinkle di lawn
And give her di cabin stabbing dem
From evenings to dawn, well all of the feminine
Gender mi warn take you like a tidal

A Guinness and peanut
Me put inna me blender
Me a di champion
Fi all contender

And if she wanna be a
Fan club member
I'm gonna give her
Something to remember

She need some strong backative
To keep her genitals warm
Position herself
Fi di show man perform

Guinness and peanut
It works like a charm
Professional works
And di show must go on

Somebody please ring di
Phat gyal alarm dem gyal yah so phat
Ah mus' e' phat gyal farm
Start separating the flowers from the thorns
And all a di queens from di pawns

A Guinness and peanut
Me put inna me blender
Me a di champion
Fi all contender

And if she wanna be a
Fan club member
I'm gonna give her
Something to remember

To how dem love me bad
A mus' e' bling me a bling
To how dem love me bad
A mus' di wine man a fling

To how dem love me bad
A mus' e' true man a king
To how dem love me bad
A mus' di tune man a sing

Well, how dem fight we so
A true dem nah get no wine
Well, how dem fight we so
A true dem nah get me time

Dem can't get a nickel
Dem can't get a dime
Dem can't get nuh

A Guinness and peanut
Me put inna me blender
Me a di champion
Fi all contender

And if she wanna be a
Fan club member
I'm gonna give her
Something to remember

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