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Badman party: no karate
Mi and Shorty rollin wid di Glock 40
Badman party: fly crazy
Guinness corky mi spliff big like Walkie Talkie
Badman party: mi have di Beretta
Calico, Smith & Wesson di Teckie
Little di mackiesworthy
Badman party: mi have Ginelle Janet
Geneva Rachel & Rochelle & Reva
And Shorty
Sound a play gun play
Tune a beat grain a beat
Chronic inna mi brain a dweet
Guinness inna mi vein a dweet
Gal a come! Main a dweet
Feds a come! Lane a dweet
Narrow fly a no plane a dweet
AK from Spain a dweet
Man a tugz pon di street
Desert pon di feet
Desert Eagle inna hand
Spliff tail between di teeth
Fat gal pon di side
Wid di meat underneath & underneath
Mi send di feet of steel you seet
Chorus
Everyman hold a woman & brace
Every gal whine pon a killer set pace
Any man weh nah work with it get chase
Broadboard fi di boy weh look inna man face
Moet & Alize by di case
Guinness & Heineken just in case
Moet run out wi start stout off wi face
$500 bag of high grade blow gone a space
Chorus
Everything is everything
And everybody hype under liquor
But nah gwaan maddy maddy
Gal a call me & me no hear Addi!! Addi!!
Dem fi know seh Don Corleone
A one sickhead smaddy
When selector drop out di bass
Mek mi make haste
Replace di pace wid taste
Step up di pace fi wipe dem
Off di face of di earth
Nobody move nobody hurt
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Gal you too boasty
Cuh yuh tattoo
You & yuh crew
Where did yuh do yuh tattoo
Skin smooth
Fi show di green red & blue
Mi love looking at you
Fi nyam di cookie not you
You tattoo you man name but
Yuh pum pum split inna two
Mek mi "icky di breas"
Dat a titty tattoo
You a no country owl
Or City Patou
Mi si yuh a "It�s A Party"
And Cinema Two
Gimme you number
Phone call no limit at you
Like a swing cocky
Mi a swing it at you
A nuh stone naturally
Mi fling it at you
If a fi mek you suck mi hood
Mi nah bring it at you
Chorus
Mi love di one pon you ankle &
Di one above di rear
You si dat hipster
Jeans deh
Love di pair
Shorty got di breast
Wid di teddy bear
Jahiem pon har foot
And it very dare
Any weh di gal dem deh
I'll be there
Breast stiff
Wid hips fi share
Don Corleon get a letter from Britney Spear
Seh she want him fi fix di chair
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You nuh wear fraud
You original
Latest come from abroad
Through Federal Express
Yourself go hard dear material girl
Inna material world
Thank the Lord for your serial
Stacey Adams
When you modelling
Steve Maddening
First class
When yuh travelling
Dem paddling
She do peanut juggling
You Moet bubbling
You bread buttering
Fendi leave dem stuttering
Chorus
You good inna your clothes
Diamond inna you nose
Continue mek di doughs
Live in a bed of rose
Dem gal deh life hard
You rolling wid di pros
And everybody knows
You a di best a nuh suppose
From she born she been suffering
If a no fi MTV
She nuh si nuh foreign
But u go foreign
You have you ten year visa link
You Gucci link
Weh iced out a freezer link
Tell a gal she's a chink
Guess suit
Wid di question sign it
Motorist crash inna pedestrian
Gucci chain caress di neck
Gucci watch
Caress di hand
And you nuh wear gal tings
Cause yuh no tief
And yuh no lesbian
Chorus
Girlfien you cuter
Dan Celine Dion
When you walk people ask you
If you mix wid Indian
You nuh just pretty
You pretty from modelling began
Personality & cute face
And tight hole
You use win di man
Gal a tackle you
Like Zinadine Zidan
Wid grey boot purple blouse
Black bobbles & green ribbon
Tell a gal
Your war wickeder dan Bounty & Beenie Man
Anyhow she dis
She get di Heineken
You holding between you hand
Chorus
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Di gal go so
It sweet to di belly
Squeeze up di breas like jelly
Don't Shelly
She sing like Kelly
She no want no man nyam her like R Kelly
Di gal run weh Nelly
Seh if a no me or Assassin a Ele
She call me pon di cellie
She seh har man hood dead like Makavelli
Di gal go so
When me fore it inna her
Mek she flee from di bed
Go straight a Don car
Under Guinness mi go fi her
Mek she feel like di something
Weh she have a nuh fi her
She seh
All is fair in love and war
War angel lovin may bring cut & scar but
She love it anyways
She love it when mi blaze up di fire inna her
She seh
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When she seh
Dat no mean she suckin
Have har inna mi bedroom
A straight cocky bruckin
Some all night wukin
Gimme di chicken head dem
Mi deh yah fi di pluckin
See Butler deh
No gal can't duck him
No Antoinette no Jackie
No Suzie no Kim
Bedroom handcuffing
Force up di stuffing
Hear she puffing
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Good luck if you
No want good wuck
Gal gwaan go look a good suck
Make up from you hook mi friend up
Him tell me seh you can't fuck
Roast duck
Cook fi please mi & cut mi win
Cause a mi fuss
Bruk wake up
Put on you clothes
Caw If mi wife ketch you
You get fuck
She seh
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First thing me do when mi wake up
Burn high grade fi mi nerves fuss
Straight from West pon a Town bus
Mi haffi smoke a pound first
Sen sen sen sen sen sen on
Sen on & never hang on
Sen on
Sen sen sen sen sen sen on
Sen on & never hang on
Mi get high
Like a pedestal
Heavenly & celestial
Extra terrestrial
When mi smokin up di cess
Mi all look it like a sexy gal
Celebrate it like festival
Mix it like a cereal
Sex it like material
Mi deal wid it like chicken
Hot & spicy & original
Or barbeque
Because di crew
A ganja man professoinal
Lenky get higher
Dan di martians on Mars
Milky Way galaxy stars
That's why
You only get eight bars
Chorus
Mi fross so till
Mi use di green paper
Marked ten paper left
And no joke
Yow mi smoke
Yow till vapour left
To how mi high
When mi look down
Skyscraper left
Don't try dat at home
You might break a neck
Feds want me & bug di phone
Two way connect
Mi change mi number to
"whal?!!"
1-800-collect
When you si Cellblock
Inna di street
Smokin up di highes &
Gucci chain
Deh round di chest
Chorus
Singa blinga seh
"Kartel a what time?"
Up to di time
Mi hear Singa talk
But mi no matter time
Cause mi have mi weed &
Mi a look 7 dollar coin
Fi buy di rizzla
Six fi buy di cigarette
"What kind?" Craven "A"
But nuh badda smoke it
Like di last time
Build you weed & blow
Like when whistle fi half-time
Man deh pon di ends
Till 27 past 9
And when mi look up
Inna di sky
Mi see sun a shine
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From wi push di club door
Bombs away
Party like a holiday
Jersey out but mi no play dis is not di NBA
Mi mix weed wid Craven "A"
Orange juice & Tanqueray
A no foreign mi get it from
No a so Jamaica stay
Pon a sunny summer day
Gal dash weh like apple "J"
Dem sexy lingerie
Show tatoos of all array
Drawers nuh holy like di Pope
We deh a di Vatican a pray
Louie V & Donna Kay
Dem gal yah change a brand a day
Chorus
That's just di way we roll
High grade wid Craven "A" we roll
Not with John with Fay we roll
Three bottles of Baba roots a day
Baba roots a day
That's just di way we roll
High grade wid Craven "A" we roll
Not with John with Fay we roll
Three bottles of Baba roots a day
Dat's how we roll
How we roll pon di end "crazy"
Like Spragga Benz
Smokin with some other friends
Meditation pon a realms
Tune in like GSM
Wayne pon Irie FM
Kartel a play
Zip Kartel again
Man we wid di line a spend
Cause a family time a spend
Guinness & weed after weed
Like how after nine and ten
Kall milk & china dem
Two of mi fat vagina frien
Mek we get di party on & go inna di punch line again
Chorus
Dancehall have mi charm
Mi love it from mi born
When everybody gone
Me embedded in the lawn
Mi & Roach & Corleon
Get some girls & party on
But di Police Jeep no gone
So Cell Block don't beat no corn
Keep yuh calm
Keep di piece
Under yuh arm like roll on
Be religious
Like di Bible or di Holy Koran
Dancehall nice again
Mek di flavour float on
Cause di show must go on
And so on
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Inna mi Karl Kani
Wid a bottle of tall Canei
Tough a lie?
Spliff a light spliff
So till mi high
Cork a fly
Crate of Guinness pile up inna di sky
Ooman a watch mi like a spy
Kartel nuh shy guy
Mi nah go lie
Gal dem seh
Dem want mi bona fide
Dem get high
Driving inna di 320i
Inna July
Di pressure pon di pussy mi apply
And inna April baby a cry
Chorus
Dis a di new millenium
A different thing a gwaan
Marshall & Kartel a go create a storm
And when yuh see us in the club
Or see us on di lawn
A just di pressure we apply
Wi a go turn it on
Cold Guinness or hot Guinness
But mi nuh business
Weed mi have wrap up
Like file paper inna Wrigley's
Souls a play
Ooman a stray
Dat a mi business
Gal a brace fi sumptin
Till it big like West Indies
Pelpa time
Gal a bruk out like diseases
She a do what she pleases
You a di vibes
Di gal a no leaches
Cah mi new releases a
No fi man weh inna di faeces
Five-o
Can't come lock it off
So if dance deh pon di road block it off
If a weed slap it off
If a gun back it off
Dem search & can't find
Everybody laugh
Liquor sell off
Not a bottle wid a cork
Promoter & him friend dem a laugh
How dem laugh
Tra la la la la la la la la la
How dem laugh
Tra la la la la la la la la la
Tell dem
Chorus
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This ain't serious
This will make you delirious
If we didn't buss
Every artist woulda fraid of us
This ain't serious
This will make you delirious
If we didn't buss
Every artist woulda fraid of us
First pon di list
Di one name Beres
Teck di watch off a him wrist
Outta Wyndham Terrace
Him try "putting up a resistance"
But di sixpence ask him
If him want meet Dennis
Tek Bling Dawg Lexxus
Tell him walk dung him shoe
Him seh Kartel a you
"If a nuh me den a who"
Juck Wayne Marshall
Pon gunpoint interview
Mi seh "You want live"
Him seh "Choo"
So mi drive weh di Mitsubishi
Drive go over Hellshire
Lef it roun' a Schreechy
Order two snapper
Weh steamy
Guess who mi si
Tan up a pre-me?
No "Doc" in a criss Lamborghini
Pop off & she "raas car key mi"
Him seh "Oh God"
Mi nuh response Beenie
Valuables gimme
When you see mi
Chain wid di platinum
Betweeny
Keep you brassier & bikini
Chorus
Teddy Bruck shut
Weh inna Shotta
Seh him a star
Teck di seven million
Teck di house teck di car
When mi hold him gal
Teck mi cocky push inna har
Him seh "Kartel you teck it too far"
Don know seh
Mi will rob him
Fi every money
Weh him have
Him produce mi
But still him nuh even
Trus' mi round di Rav
Kid Kurrupt mi only teck him
Weed from up a Sav
Cause a my youth little baby Jav
Mi teck di Intra Tech &
Teck Ele chain mi seh gimme him seh "Yep"
Mi need di anklet
Over di crepe
Di Angel pendant
Watch yuh step
And give me all your dough
Alright you "Good To Go"
Rob Sizzla wid a glock
Weh "Solid As A Rock"
But mi never know
Di Bobo & him friend dem strap
When dada go so "Pow" &
Uzi go so "Pow" but
"They Jus Can't Stop Me Now"
Chorus
"Murderer"
Blood is on you shoulder
Buju gimme di money &
Report it tomorrow
Tek Mad Cobra
Drop top a Southboro
Mi mek Frisco walk
Like him a disco
Rob Roundhead wid out a gun
Teck him chain & run
How a four hundren pound man
Fi try run mi dung
Buccaneer seh
Widout ooman
Him no have no career
So mi kidnap every gal
Him have & carry dem up a Vere
Warlord no fraid a dread
But mi have plait up head
You di boss but gimme
Di dough before "people dead"
Gimme di glasses &
Di black skullcap pon yuh head
But Ashey yuh n'have nuh money
Dog piss & go a yuh bed
Cassette Jones get extort
Cah him a gwaan well
Mi would rob Cassette Ninja
But him tings nah sell
Spragga Benz
Assassin is robable but
'low Lexus cause
Him flop a Sting
Yuh simi
If a never DJ game mi go
Irie FM go rob DJ Wayne
Derail di irie train
Tek weh a shiny chain
Same thing for Collin from Fame
Cause mi nuh rob disc jockey when dem lame
Chorus
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Why yuh do it
When you know yuh shouldn't be doing it
Why yuh chewing it
When yuh should be screwing it
I know yuh never see a curry or a stew in it
So why you doing it
Why you why you doing it
Why yuh doing it
When you know yuh shouldn't be doing it
Why yuh chewing it
When yuh should be screwing it
I know yuh never see a ackee or a stew in it
So why you chewing it
Why you why you chewing it
Yow Sah
If a foreign you get it from
Nuh badda bring it out ya
Yuh nuh deal with di chicken
Why you eat di coleslaw
You nuh inna vegetable
Why you eat di cho cha
Nyam Shirley biscuit
Drink June plum widout straw
Man a pitch him like
McGuire & Sammy Salsa
What him do to Lil' Kim
Inna di Testorosa
Secret pop out a road
Like bread pop out a toaster
Deh pon di notice board like a poster
Chorus
Portmore mi lose off a certain man unuh
Caw dem tek di gal pussy jaw fi piece of ham unuh
Man nuh nyam blue drawers
Neither pum pum yam unuh
Genevieve put up yuh hand unuh
Cah Portmore man a go deny yuh unuh
Dat nuffi eat cause it smell like a ram unuh
Skin it out wide den yuh apply di jam unuh
Slice it like bread den yuh feel di ting ram unuh
How cat fi dead so seh "bam bam bam" unuh
Yuh never have nuh skin
Chorus
When she bring u under
Mek u eye dem roll over
Don't you roll over and
Bring her back under
Dat mi a wonder
To how mi see you
Deal wid Amanda
If she bow you muss did have
Di meat a chamba chamba
To how yuh draw Cassandra
Yuh can't smell mi ganja
But me came saw conquer
Find di harbor
Drop di anchor aim "boom!" buss di tanker
Ooman a trail mi from
Sri Lanka, San Francisco
Yhy yuh nyam
Tanesha like a Kisco
Chorus
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Inna mi Karl Kani no
Mi inna mi close fittin' Clarkes
Mi shoes no cheap like chicken parts
Check out mi Valentino summer shorts
Moschino button shirt wid di hearts
Fendi glass cost eighty Deutchmark
Me di gal dem a pre when mi a pass
Who da tall youth deh
Dem have mi inna dem thoughts
Barbara Gloudon dem call a ask
"Who is Vybz Kartel?"
And dem making recommendations
And remarks some seh mi ugly like Bubba Sparxx
Some seh mi a di best dem come across
Mi legal firearm a fibre-glass
So nuh rush mi wid do knife a raas
Dis + Me = You life a lost
Chorus
Who dem seh start well - Kartel
Lock dung di chart well
Gwaan sell
Put copper to di heatwell
Nah tell 24's under di wheel well it running real well
We make Reggae bigger than Rock & Roll
We mek it bigga dan Hip Hop & Soul
A mi nex a go lock di Superbowl
Collect a few platinum a group of gold
Vibe magazine front page & centrefold
You si how mi cold
A nuh foreign ice
A British gold
Half of di story have never been told
Benjamins & Franklins & Francs in mi billfold
And when mi roll mi skiller than Allan "Skill" Cole
Chorus
Di real kings coming for di throne
Vybz Kartel & Don Corleon
Two ambitious youth weh want wi own
So wi nuh lef di chrome when wi roam
Dis isn't comedy like "Jeffersons" or "Home Alone"
If you clone Al Capone
Sylvester Stallone
Bugsy Malone
Dem even bad like mi cologne
"I've got news for you"
But mi a nuh Shalom
Di news is oonu fi lef di zone
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Badman nah look ooman
Book ooman, jook ooman
Den fly from room door &
Foot ooman fi pon puckuman
Plus man weh nyam ooman
Weh him do man?
You ever yet cook ooman?!!
Badman buss it up pon a man
Weh hug up another man
Coulda daddy or brother man
Adam and Eve bond must stan
But Adam & Steve never inna shotta plan
Ghetto youth mek money
Tek money stash money
Inna bank book cash money
More money more trouble
More Moet more bubble
More weed more juggle
More Feds more trouble
More gal more sex
More car more flex
More phone more message inna tex
More shotta frien more Uzi & Tecks
Kartel flex mek bwoy get vex
Chorus
Badman nah check fi hide
Badman nah check fi dead
Badman nah check fi run
Badman nah check fi beg
Badman nah check fi buss
Badman nah check fi stray
Badman nah check fi laugh
Badman nah check fi play
Everyday man dress
Inna Gucci & Guess
Crush cotton weh nuh press
Grand US nuttin less
Mek mi tell you somethin else
Mi nuh wear nuttin else
Than straight name brand
Costco you pain man
Gal love original but ooman a ginal
Clothes can't hold you gal
If you nuh sexual
Yuh haffi know how fi love her
Cock her up push her and
Shove her ever deh above her
Dis who?
Bwoy dis mi crew
Man circle dem ends
Mek teflon nyam two
One, two, three, four
Portmore rise more 44
Dan any other man crew
Vybz Kartel a di War Angel
But di hostel blood run like pastel
Dis man from Boston head buss
Like gas pan wi nuh clash man
We crash man
Chorus
You know we roll inna Benz
Wid cruise control pon di ends
R1 & R6 are ready
Fi go pon gal patrol
Evidence how man a live large
Half of it have never been told
Part of it is that our chump change
Too big fi hold inna billfold
My youth don't touch my ice
You wi ketch cold
Mi nuh wear South Pole
Yow a just Gucci link
Armani Xchange
100 gran a chump change
Me see things
Tru Moschino shades
Fuck fucky gal
Soon ketch AIDS
Not even di sea
Create so much waves
Front row seats fi watch
Di cubs & di braves
Our version bigga dan
King James
Wi gal catalog
Full of so many names
Girls weh dem only dream
Bout a gimme brains
Dem tongue stick on pon
Mi cocky like Hanes
Up to di time
Chorus
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She saaay , wha she say ? good morning sir
She say good morning sir
Make me tell you about di sister
Tell me wha she saay ! she say good morning sir
Make me tell you about di sister
[Chorus x2]
She say
Morning mister b***y me have sumthing fi you from jaw
Me say who ? she say misses jaw
Which jaw ? p***y p***y p***y p***y p***y jaw
Which jaw ? p***y p***y p***y p***y p***y jaw
[Verse 1]
Listen me.. Badman nuh fi pullchase no jaw nuh kiss misses jaw nuh kissless da jaw
Me ready fi go full up oh des a dress a draw
Oh f**k man drop him addi di profetional
Mi c***y longer than di canal a panama
And it a fi gyal alone teenage to grandama
Baby finger my b***z like you play guitar
Buh yuh bad ? yuh bad like Lady Saw ?
[Chorus x2]
She say
Morning mister b***y me have sumthing fi you from jaw
Me say who ? she say misses jaw
Which jaw ? p***y p***y p***y p***y p***y jaw
Which jaw ? p***y p***y p***y p***y p***y jaw
[Verse 2]
Little form like a dock well lack down di tate
A save s*x make you live on from now till latter
If tha boy nuh have no boots call di panthamaker
If tha boy hood dead call di undertaker
She say if a nuh Kartel a must da saker
Gyal tha bestest f**k inna hold Jamaica
Make she wink like a baby in tha incubeta
When mi tell her me link you later
[Chorus x2]
She say
Morning mister buddy me have sumthing fi you from jaw
Me say who ? she say misses jaw
Which jaw ? p***y p***y p***y p***y p***y jaw
Which jaw ? p***y p***y p***y p***y p***y jaw
[Verse 1: x1]
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: x1]
[Chorus x2]
(Merci à Solita pour cettes paroles)
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A.K.A. we don't play
Fuck all night
Smoke all day
Claat AK
Still DJ
We play music we don't play
When mi drop inna di scheme
Ghetto limousine
Mi rims a seventeen
Mi and mi Mac II team
Mi fresh mi never green
Mi trees evergreen
Mi badda dan Joshua Samson & di Phillistine
When di sixpence clean
Alarm go off but mi nuh si nuh response team
Man dash weh dem license guns & clips & scream
Reporter seh it no real a muss a sick man's dream
But mi nuh response feeim
Mi crime dem real dem don't play play
Mi smoke my trees blen wid Craven "A"
& what's my game it's war start well
& what's my name it's Vybz Kartel
A.K.A. we don't play
Fuck all night
Smoke all day
Claat AK
Still DJ
We play music we don't play
Rifle wid tripod handle boy bad
While a go you sen yuh bab
Tell mi suck mi Mom & Dad
Now you deh pon "Jesus Christ oh my God"
Boy a run
Cell Block bruk him back like a crab
A nuh Bush, a we drop bombs over Bagdhad
Weh day mi could a get a gun from mi Grandad
When him seh "hold dis mi son"
Mi seh "Pappy mi nuh fire people gun"
Him seh "weh yuh claim"
Mi seh "you nuh hear mi name"
A.K.A. we don't play
Fuck all night
Smoke all day
Claat AK
Still DJ
We play music we don't play
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Why you keep on doing it & know you shouldn't try
Why you treat your girls & eat your girls like they are pie
Why you keep on talkin & you runnin off your beak
Now we know you know that you go low & you won't speak
Mi ask him why him doin it him couldn't reply
So mi take off piece of him face wid a ply
Mi no Georgie Porgy No pudding No pie
If a mi fi nyam ooman I couldn't not I
Man fi stick to woman like Olive & Popeye
Elephant Man ma liver ma bliver nuh shy
When bwoy a plead & a beg & a buy
Our style hello, fuck her, bye bye
Big man a big man boy a boy
Bullet wid gunpowder no Lasco Lasoy
Sen any which boy fi get destroy
Dis boy nuh take no chat so nuh try
Chorus
Nuff a dem no love when u rolling high
"Weh dem woulda want you do" strolling by
Nuff a dem no love when you rollin' deep
"Weh dem woulda want yuh do" strolling cheap
But money inna a bill fold whenever wi roll
Skill a Dan Alan "Skill" Cole
Whenever we roll
No platinum my chain will forever be gold
Oonu go tell Mr Madden dig a big hole
Fi a nigger weh a frig another nigga fi gold &
If a bitch tek her Mumma man di bitch a creech owl
Vendetta our story has never been told
Chorus
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