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 |