Vybz Kartel - "My Boo" Lyrics

(Intro)
See the gyal dem, see the gyal dem, see the gyal dem
See the gyal dem, see the gyal dem
See the gyal dem, see the gyal dem, see the gyal dem
See the gyal dem, see the gyal dem

You mek me c*cky say, “Woiie!”
Yes, you could a be, then a who? A E I O a U!
I want you for my boo, I want your crew to meet my crew
Like husband need his wife, like wifey need husband, easy does it
Bend over, girl, the Teacha need your loving

(Chorus)
Wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be my boo?
Wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be my boo?
Your p*ssy fat, your batty c*ck, you’re so f*cking cute
And I will never ever, ever, ever, ever diss you
Wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be my boo?
Wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be, wanna be my boo?
Your p*ssy fat, your batty c*ck, you’re so f*cking cute
And I will never ever, ever, ever, ever diss you

(Verse 1)
Gyal, you’re special, relativity, wine like rum
Bet you your pum pum jump, mek me see fi real
Mek me see the meat, mek me push it in, hmm
Slam dunk Jordan’s 23, hmm
Baby, you got the key fi me heart
And the key fi me house, key fi the bullybeef, clothes
Money, that a the least, me c*cky a go sweet you
Red rice, stew beef, beat root

(verse 2)
When me say boo, me no mean, boo ‘pon stage, no me
Your body just so clean, firm like shirt tuck in
You bleach or you chrome? You black or you tone?
Love you and your own, love you regardless
Customer care, babes, that’s my department
Babes, my apartment, just keep on calling
I mean Miss Marvellous, waan fi f*ck you there
Then you canerow me hair, f*ck and get out a there

(Verse 3)
Me deh a Ult road, go get me gun load and a pretty browning
She know me full a gyal, but she know the road code
So she say she love me when me happy with here, she say me so cute
When me vex with her, she say me ugly
But she never gon’ leave, yeah, opposites attract, yeah
Gucci ‘pon me foot, Versace ‘pon me neck, yeah
Shotta than a Kel-Tec, end you to the store
When me couldn’t go before, get anything you want
Now me rich, no longer poor
Pull up on the road way, flick the flasher four way
f*ck you fi the whole day
Wull your fendi draws and buss it like a court case
Addi have a wild style, turn her on anyway
She wetter than the pipe side, life short, short, short
Haffi mek a nice time, yeah, you have a man
But him boring, him boring, mek me ask you something