Lyrics My Own - Mavado

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