Lyrics Yard Man - Jahmiel

Yard Man

Clarks black and that a leather
Touch inna the road pants stock a cheddar
Girl pretty like Cinderella
Dem cyaan keep up man a bring the pressure
I’m from the West Indies, bredda
Dem girl love me cah me no bring displeasure
Drive dem crazy like a black Altezza
Dem cyaan run the head of deh ras yah, never
Highgrade, a which one you prefer
Some will mek you head spin like damn propeller
Talk 'bout grabba, that hot than pepper
And if a dress code our fashion better
A just a yard man thing
Yard man, we love go hard and win
And every yard man dream a fi go a foreign
Mek mamma alright, she no short a thing
He he, a just a yard man thing
Yard man, we love go hard and win
And every yard man dream a fi go a foreign
Money too big it mussi nah go a gym
Yard man party seven days a the week
So dem hussle hard fi the paper fi dweet
Girls come out neat, whole place haffi see it
Watch dah one deh, hold the brakes 'pon the Jeep
Errrksss, me hear the four tyres screech
One dark skin and the next one a bleach
One say Gullyside, next one say a Teach
Sunday dem gone inna church fi hear pastor a preach
A just a yard man thing
Yard man, we love go hard and win
And every yard man dream a fi go a foreign
Mek mamma alright, she no short a thing
He he, a just a yard man thing
Yard man, we love go hard and win
And every yard man dream a fi go a foreign
Money too big it mussi nah go a gym
A just a yard man thing
Yard man, we love go hard and win (Y-yard man)
And every yard man dream a fi go a foreign
(Some a dem a con artist, haha)
Mek mamma alright, she no short a thing
(I swear)
He he, a just a yard man thing
(Yo, Yardman, no run certain joke though)
Yard man, we love go hard and win
(No feel like you can diss we, you know)
And every yard man dream a fi go a foreign
(Gwaan like you waan hype with it)
Money too big it mussi nah go a gym
(Hmm-mmm) Yard man
Yard man, Yard man
Yard man, Yard man