Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cellular Number, artist - Bounty Killer. Album song No Argument, in the genre Регги
Date of issue: 21.04.2010
Record label: Greensleeves
Song language: English
Cellular Number |
Nah no mercy |
I need to make a special call, hand me the telephone |
And when me call, me cyan get no dial tone |
Nah no mercy |
Me just buy mi house a love zone |
Anyway, hey! |
Excuse, pass mi cellular phone |
Make me call Antoinette and Simone |
Hey! |
Tell dem no move a muscle |
I’m comin' home to take a trip down inna dem love zone |
Hey! |
Gyal haffi bawl, and scream, and moan |
Me start drink the ol' Tiger Bone |
We use Brush, brush we shoes, and fling 'way Stone |
So tell the man dem, «leave that alone!» |
Drink up the Guinness, smoke up the chronic |
Gyal start to bawl, me give dem the tonic |
Gyal get the performance, and then astonished |
And a hold me tight and a tell me she panic |
Well! |
Gyal want loving and dem want the romance |
And if you no give dem, dem gonna carry vengance |
Gyal inna mi bed deh pon a love sentence |
You see the big bamboo yah me take block dem entrance |
Gyal want a man, you know me deh yah instant |
Natural as me born, no under not a substance |
Excellent and talented, me don’t unbalanced |
I nah drop off like the guy, Jack Palance |
Gyal, a me got the fuel fi light up your lamp |
And got the water fi pour inna your tank |
When the heat start, the gyal a search fi hydrant |
A scream and a bawl say, «the belly bottom cramp» |
Me haffi send Toddler go call the ambulance |
Me a the only soldier weh inna her camp, gyal |
From it’s love, mi don’t romp |
Well! |
Big and fat, weigh five hundred pounds |
Well, the Killer gonna break you down |
Lawd |
The gyal bring the whole of country come a town |
A say she waan fi wear Killer’s crown |
But! |
Gyal a bawl «Help!» |
just like dem a drown |
When me start select dem sound |
Romance is the name of mi cologne |
And mi just buy house a love zone |
Drink up the Guinness, smoke up the chronic |
Gyal start to bawl, me give dem the tonic |
Gyal get the performance, and then astonished |
And a hold me tight and a tell me she panic |
Well! |
Gyal a make noise like a giant alarm |
Gyal waan fi run 'way when mi engine turn on |
Mi three teeth fork mi take and plough up her farm |
Plant mi banana, and sink fi mi corn |
Whole heap of hungry-belly pickeny deh yah a yawn |
Non-stop work, it’s just on and on |
Gyal inna mi house pon love sentence remand |
Blow like hurricane, and spring water like storm |
A find excuse a say, «One o’clock gone» |
And, «Wha' she a go tell her mother say inna di morn'» |
Me nah stop work because pickney shall born |
You shouldn’t find yourself inna mi palm |
Well! |
Hand me my phone |
Make me call Jacqueline and Simone |
Hey! |
Tell dem no move no muscle |
Killer coming home to take a trip down inna the love zone |
Hey! |
Gyal haffi bawl, and scream, and moan |
Me start drink the ol' Tiger Bone |
I use Brush, brush my shoes, I fling 'way Stone |
So tell the man dem, «Leave that alone!» |
Drink up the Guinness, smoke up the chronic |
Gyal start to bawl, me give dem the tonic |
Gyal get the performance, and then astonished |
And a hold me tight and a tell me she panic |
Well! |
Gyal want the loving and want the romance |
And if them no… |