| Tell her, leave your man alone… and go look her own
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| Can’t trespass pon your compound
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| Mate have to bow!
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| Mad Cobra say
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| Well, then
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| Well
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| Done wife, and you no watch mate
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| Make a gyal know dem pot you nah scrape, scrape
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| You look good, gyal you have the cute face
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| Man a mad over your looks and shape
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| Well
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| Big tings, a gyal man a run you down
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| A gyal vexed like a you make she done
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| You a done wife, gyal, and yes, a you rule
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| Make the mate now, so she fool-fool
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| And you done rule
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| So, it better dem cool
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| Well
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| Pop style
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| Hotness, mi child
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| You own the man, a gyal wait fi awhile
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| Fi get fi your body, man will swim river Nile
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| Smooth and silky gyal, tender and mild
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| Mate can never take the chance and smile
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| Sit down pon your business while fi dem own spoil
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| Nuff man a exchange dem engine oil
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| Lead, you a lead the whole of dem by a mile
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| That’s why the Mad Cobra smile
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| Well
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| Done wife, you no watch mate
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| Gyal pot right yah now you nah scrape, plate
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| Look good, have your cute face
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| Man a mad over your looks and your shape
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| Well
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| Big tings, a gyal man a run you down
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| A gyal vexed like a you make she done
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| Done wife, gyal, and you done rule
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| Make the mate now, so she fool-fool
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| And she a foot stool
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| Better she sit down and cool
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| Well
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| When you see the gyal dem, just shout out this
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| «Borrow clothes, borrow man, pitch crow, pitch!»
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| How much man she want? |
| Oh Lord, a wha' this?!
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| She see your property and waan fi trespass pon it
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| See you love fly far, waan one rocket
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| Flop, a gyal flop just because she flip
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| A gyal body no good, just walk and spread it
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| Deh pon the condemned list
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| Hear this
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| Done wife, 'cause you no watch mate
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| Gyal pot right yah now you nah scrape, scrape
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| You look good, you have your cute face
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| Man a mad over your looks and your shape
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| Well
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| Big tings, a gyal man a run you down
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| Gyal vexed like a you make she done
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| You a done wife, and a you done rule
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| Matey, she is a foot stool
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| And you done rule
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| And it better dem cool
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| Well
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| Imagine, how you and him a come from far
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| When dem used to cuss him how him black like tar
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| Now him get smooth and a drive pretty car
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| Dollar sign long, from here to Savla Mar
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| Things no stop gwan, you a live like a star
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| Start look your man, and turn 'round waan fi war
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| Promise you acid burn, promise you scar
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| Can’t tell you how him don’t even look pon her
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| Done wife, and you no watch mate
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| A gyal pot you nah scrape, scrape
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| Look good, you have your cute face
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| Man a mad over your looks and your shape
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| Well
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| Big tings, a gyal man a run you down
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| A gyal vexed like a you make she done
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| Done wife gyal, and you done rule
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| Make the mate, now she fool-fool
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| And she a foot stool
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| Better she sit down and cool
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| Well
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| Pop style
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| Hotness, mi child
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| You own the man, a gyal fi wait fi awhile
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| Fi get fi your body, man swim river Nile
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| Smooth and silky, tender and mild
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| Mate can never take the chance and smile
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| Sit down pon your name and fi dem business a spoil
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| Nuff man a exchange dem engine oil
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| But, you a lead by a mile
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| Smile
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| Done wife, and you no watch mate
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| A gyal pot you nah scrape, plate
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| Look good, you have your cute face
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| Man a mad over your looks and your shape |