Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Own, artist - Mavado.
Date of issue: 07.07.2014
Song language: English
My Own |
Check this out… |
You a hear me? |
Mussi true |
True a me a the man |
Like me, nuff of dem waan fi be the Don |
But watch me lead and then some fassy carry along |
'Cause how dem waan fi be a Don and dem no half of a man? |
Gyal a chat say, dem a nyam |
Say, dem a put face weh waist belong |
Dem chase like Tracy Anne |
Some pop down, pastry van |
Me realize dem only bad inna song |
How ironic |
Must because I’m someone psychotic |
Me drive the business like a car, me shut it down like a bandit |
Dem cyan stand it |
Fi run the place, me hear dem a plan it |
Tell dem, shut dem mouth, dem chatting shit |
From overseas me get a call and hear say chat a gwan |
So me say, «Alright, a that a gwan?» |
Anyweh dem stand up the 'K a clap you from |
You no reach mi spliff size, better you sit and smoke a Matterhorn |
'Cause, cars a my own |
House a my own |
If you see me with a bad gyal, a my own |
I went away, yes, but me fly home |
Now is the time to tell the haters dem, «Cry home!» |
Cars a my own |
House a my own |
If you see me with a bad gyal, a my own |
I went away, yes, but me fly home |
Now is the time to tell the haters dem, «Cry home! |
It’s my fault you cry crocodile tears |
When you see me in crocodile gears |
Driving in the Benz, shifting dem gears |
First Gully youth to ever sit in dem lairs |
Remember I was in Jamaica, how?, sittin' in dem chairs |
Go ask Teach', go ask Teach', it wasn’t sippin' and cheers |
It was the street dem say the people dem fear |
Two ghetto youths becomes dem worst nightmare |
A from rags to riches make dem no like we |
The ice pon mi wrist a make dem get up and a fight me |
At the top a me, society like me |
Who a run the place? |
Me |
Bible… |
Cars a my own |
House a my own |
If you see me with a bad gyal, a my own |
I went away, yes, but me fly home |
Now is the time to tell the haters dem, «Cry home!» |
Cars a my own |
House a my own |
If you see me with a bad gyal, a my own |
I went away, yes, but me fly home |
Now is the time to tell the haters dem, «Cry home! |
My own |
You see it? |
My own |
Crocodile gears |
Yo, Gully God |