Lyrics Tra La La - Buju Banton

Tra La La

Girls!
Call them in!
Call them in!
Call them in!
Hahaha
Keep them coming in!
Girls!
Hear this!
I love it when the woman them surround me
A pure hot gyal haffi crown me
Sing!
Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la
Hear this!
And if your loving is a ocean, make it drown me
Knock me down, pick me up, and rebound me
Sing!
Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la
Now you’re going to get the real thing
The right thing
Nothing like the hyping
Because of the way you wining
I can see that you liking
Because you boring life could take some spicing
Down low cold hard is nothing exciting
Woman a we all, woman a we everything
Petite in a figure plus chocolate skin
Baby love how you going hard
Love you smooth talking
Be the man a your yard
Ah my sweet little thing
Could never be a curse is a direct blessing
Upset and a curse through you mesmerizing
Not to worry at all don’t fret me darling
Them sink you a float through you born good looking
Ladies in the house make me hear you sing
«Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la»
Hear why!
Buju love it when the woman them surround me
A nothing but sweet gyal fi crown me
Sing!
Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la
Hear why!
And if your loving is a ocean, make it drown me
Knock me down, pick me up, and rebound me
Sing!
Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la
One in a million, me fi be your man, perfect born
Hot stepper cruising with true name brand
Sipping Crystal oh Ice on the hand
Ladies get wild to their favorite song
Gyrating waistline, clapping hands
Like, «uh…oh!, uh… oh!»
Well, dancehall, baby girl, is here tonight
Oooh, make your body go left to right
Rocking your worldlike dynamite
You have what it takes you got what I like
Fatness in abundance plus a looking device
A not liposuction you;re natural tight
Tits them a the perfect size
Gyrate and clap, make me hear your voice
Sing!
Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la
Hear why!
Buju love it when the woman them surround me
A nothing but hot gyal fi crown me
Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la
Hear why!
Gyal, if your loving is a ocean, make it drown me
Knock me down, pick me up, and rebound me
Sing!
Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la
Now you’re going to get the real thing
The right thing
Nothing like the hyping
Because of the way you wining
I can see that you liking
Because you boring life could take some spicing
Down low cold hard is nothing exciting
Woman a we all, woman a we everything
Petite in a figure plus chocolate skin
Baby love how you going hard
Love you smooth talking
Be the man a your yard
Ah my sweet little thing
Could never be a curse is a direct blessing
Upset and a curse through you mesmerizing
Not to worry at all don’t fret me darling
Them sink you a float through you born good looking
Ladies inna house make me hear you sing say
«Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la»
Gargamel want the woman them surround him
A nothing but hot gyal fi crown me
Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la
Hear me out!
Gyal, if your loving is a ocean, make it drown me
Knock me down, pick me up, and rebound me
Sing!
Tra la la, tra la la, tra la la