Baby you fix me I'd be crazy baby, lost forever Blowin' around in stormy weather Like a bunch of dead leaves I'd be a boarded up house on a dead end street Old Chevy on blocks, leakin' gasoline Oh it ain't hard to see Broke down is where I'd be

Gun men alone, keep gun men friend Fire bun, fi all the informer dem Informer lone keep informer friend Me holla respect, to all the gun men dem Watch mi respect, to all the gun men dem No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up) Cuh dis ah 94' when ah

We mash up the place Turn up the bass Pack up and run We'll pack up and run We'll pack up and run away, huh? And make them all have fun Make it burn them And we will end your week

So what game shall we play today? How about the one where you don't get your way? And even if you do, that's o.k., Dinner at eight, that sounds fine, I suppose it means you'll turn up round nine, Bought a bunch of flowers just for her, She says the

Good to go, good to go Fresh kicks (all day) new fits (all right) Drop hits (all day) then party (all night) Walk wit a limp, and I talk wit a lingo Party with a buncha bad girls in a Pinto Run up on a motherfucker wit a dull pencil Sharpen up a #2 on

Lean wit it, rock wit it! I bounce in the club so the hos call me Rocky Posted in the cut, and I'm lookin' for a blockhead Yup in my white tee I break a bitch back And I keep a big bank Oh I think they like dat Before I leave the house I'm slizzard on

I'm with that woop Fuck all that turn up the headphones shit But turn up my headphones anyway Huh? (Boom production) Turnt gangster Sir, bun up the main road Run up and stay low Turn up the radio Dirt, straight family

Come on little funny man, come on, come on! I would like to fuck you up the bunghole, and then I will sneak into your room and cut your cock off and chew it up with my little pearlies.

They lurks in the corners Purge fi pass Zion Gate Just organize and centralize my people Because Babylon have... Instilled malicious and grudged upon my people,yuh know Yuh see the dutty lifestyle...the Rastaman ah bu'n it!!! There's nothing in them

That's where you're wrong Make a wish that weighs a ton And no understanding where it goes And suddenly the sky is a scissor Sitting on the floor with a tambourine Crushing up a bundle of love Don't take it so personally That time has got it in for honey