Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Living In Hell , by - Elephant man. Release date: 12.11.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Living In Hell |
| Mhm hm |
| Give it to dem yah |
| Hum! |
| Gyal! |
| You no walking cemetery (no) |
| Gyal! |
| You no dash 'way no belly (no) |
| And you never kill none of your pickney |
| Weh you fi say? |
| Gyal, you never kill no pickney from you born yet |
| Some gyal a commit innocent death |
| Time alone, some of dem a sketel, hey bwoy! |
| Think dem in Heaven, but dem living in Hell |
| Hear me nuh, hear me nuh, hear me nuh |
| Well, bwoy want dem son yah |
| Slam can’t done yah |
| Hot inna the summer |
| Part it like a plumber |
| Nice and fat gyal, you know she anuh bunner |
| Say, the youth dem haffi come yah 'cause she nah nyam no son |
| And me love the gyal dem weh a tic and a whine like a clock |
| And a from you know you’re fit, gyal anuh nothing if you’re fat |
| Dance the punchline 'cause you no idiot |
| Elephant Man, nasty gyal dem fi attack |
| Gyal, you never kill no pickney from you born yet |
| Some gyal a crucify dem youth! |
| Time alone, some of dem a sketel |
| Dem think dem in Heaven, but dem living in Hell |
| This a simply the truth, some gyal a coot, dem no like bear fruit |
| Dem lucky say me stop from wear mi kung fu suits |
| Me no like fi see when the apple and cane a bear from the roots |
| Me no waan dem pluck, me no waan dem seed fi give me bad juice |
| No waan dem sour lime, so tell dem keep dem grapefruit |
| Me no waan dem serve it up come catch inna mi pants loop |
| Me no waan dem mix me up inna man ginup group |
| Dem make me talk mi mind… |
| Gyal, you never kill no pickney from you born yet |
| Some gyal a commit innocent death |
| Time alone, some of dem a sketel, hey bwoy! |
| Think dem in Heaven, but dem living in Hell |
| Hear me nuh, hear me nuh, hear me nuh |
| Dem a modeler pose, and dem a wear duppy clothes |
| Dem a murder |
| Some gyal a gwan hype, original hype no right |
| But dem a murderer! |
| 'Cause dem a modeler pose, and dem a wear duppy clothes |
| Dem a murder |
| Nuff gyal a gwan hype, original hype no right |
| But dem a murderer! |
| Me waan mi son, me waan mi likkle daughter |
| A murder! |
| Anuh fi mi youth dem waan slaughter |
| Gwan flush dem out like dutty pipe water |
| Bling Dawg! |
| A murder dem deh gyal deh fi charged fah |
| Gyal, you no filthy |
| Hand inna the air because you nah live guilty |
| 'Bout Jackie no pregnant and her breast dem so milky |
| And a pressure the man fi buy nighty weh silky |
| Hey, girlfriend, you cool! |
| Gyal, you never kill no pickney from you born yet |
| Some gyal a crucify dem youth! |
| Time alone, some of dem a sketel |
| Dem think dem in Heaven, but dem living in Hell |