Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Wife, artist - Wayne Marshall. Album song Marshall Law, in the genre Регги
Date of issue: 29.03.2009
Record label: VP
Song language: English
My Wife |
Hello, yeah |
Hey, yo, yo what sup |
Bwoy nuttin' mi just deh yah star |
You passing through the studio |
Nah mi nah do nuh work tonight mi a guh home guh surprise di wife mek she feel |
alright |
Alright then surprise the wife then |
A-right respect rudebwoy |
This my wife, and that’s how it shoulda stay |
Until my dying day, that’s what the preacher say |
And this my wife, suh why the fuck you in my place |
Like yuh want fi tek my space, yuh want if get erase |
And this my life! |
where were you back in the days when mi likkle yute dem did a |
raise (hey) |
This my life, my wife, my life, my wife |
The story started about nine-thirty; |
Long fi see mi wife suh my trip-out kinda early; |
Want she feel surprise suh mi neva check shirly; |
Plus! |
my wife wouldn’t nuttin' fi hurt mi |
Haffi prove ma-self mek she know seh dat mi worthy; |
Cah, from wah day ting’s nah run suh sturdy; |
Park roun’the back suh I know she neva heard mi |
Look! |
pon the porch how the mat look suh dirty |
Wonda if mi fi guh call mi shotta fren Earny |
Code fi di alarm a wonda who learn it; |
Incense a bun, and mi wanda who a burn it; |
Tv tun on! |
and mi wanda who turn it; |
Who eva trespass have mi end’s pon lock |
A run up in ma house with mi hand pon mi Glock |
Thinking dat, mi spouse was under attack; |
a got to do suppin' about dat (wah) |
This my wife and that’s how it shoulda stay |
Until my dying day that’s what the preacher say |
And this my wife, what you doing in my place |
Like yuh want fi tek space, fi get erase |
And this my life, a neva see you in the days when mi likkle yute dem a |
raise (hey) |
This my life, my wife, my life, my wife |
Steppin' up the stairs humble and discreet, (hush sound) |
Check pon the yutes, and the yute dem a sleep |
Tink to ma-self if mi wife woulda cheat |
And den mi sey nah she wouldn’t creep |
Walk down di hall cah mi hear a man speak |
Reach near di door and mi hear di bed a sweak |
Push-up! |
the door with mi owna eye mi see it a man between my wife two |
feet (bloodceet!) |
Pop off mi gun the whole room look sun |
A ask di likkle whore if she dun and if she cum |
And tell har if siddung and tell di pussy seh nuh run |
A ask har if mi likkle son, a fi him likkle son |
My Wife wouldn’t do this to me; |
mek one fanastie mess up di fambily |
And you a my wife, before yuh bring a place, so mi a face, whatah disgrace |
And this my life! |
like yuh fi di days when mi yute dem did a raise (hey) |
This my life, my wife, my life, my wife |
Mi, know yuh woulda love fi know how the story end, (true) |
But if I talk dat part mi woulda in end up in the pen (ah ah) |
Just know Joe Grind nah Joe grind again |
Just a likkle warning di Marshall come fi send |
To every rudebwoy who have dem woman a dem yard |
Always on the look out neva drop yuh guard |
Wuhus when yuh gone cuh do business a broad |
Yuh might find out seh yuh good gal a fraud cause… |
My wife did the same shit to me |
One mistake miss up the family |
My wife bring a man up in ma place mek a man tek my space, the two a dem (cuh) |
My life end up have to change in so many different ways (hey) |
My life, my wife, my life, my wife |