(Verse 1)
Mi no f man so no bwoy cyaa style mi
Batty man jeans never inna my blood
Black woman, Japaneses, Indian, Whitey
Fat p–y gyal get all a my love
Wi guide and protected by the almighty
Don’t try violate none a my tug
Mack 10, mack 11 or mack 90
Rise dem up and
(Chorus)
Buss hi till hi breeze
Buss it up wid ease
Finger pon the chigger a no nothing fi wi squeeze
Cause wi buss it till hi breeze
Our banks brag force
After wi buss it till hi breeze
Rattigon, Portmore
(Verse 2)
Get to the real point
We shoot from far just like a 3 point
And take yo 3 points
Heart swallow points
When yo buck up inna these points
Shot from North West, South and the East point
The rifle a roll like thunder
Him a bwal seh a sign and wonder
Whole heap a hardware and lumber
When ribs a roll inna the Honda
Shi hot foot step wid 3 piece
Somebody haffi dress inna 3 piece
First man talk 3 piece
Head open up inna 3 piece
Step inna a next yard real neat
3 more piece repeat
Sound like when a swist beat, beat
Beat sweat
(Repeat Chorus)
(Repeat Verse 1)
(Repeat Chorus)
(Repeat Verse 2)
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