He wanna pop a wheelie Ride him like a Kawasaki They telling me be humble but they know I'm cocky Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I'm cocky Ah, Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi I'm sipping saki

Here we go around, 'round, 'round She givin' me the run around, 'round, 'round, 'round Oh, what a fool believes Run, run, run around, 'round, 'round, 'round, yeah Run, run, run around, 'round, 'round, 'round That's right

Fire, A say you just caw win you go lose We a warn dem Move yah, pack up and gwaan Move yah, a beg you pack up and gwaan Wah wah yoo, wah wah yo Eternal Fire dutty babylon you a go get bruze Me a warn dem, warn dem Selassie I Gimmi dem remedy the fire fi

I was in love with you baby, honey, before I learned to call your name Yes, I was in love with you baby, honey, before I learned to call your name Yeah, the way you treatin' me baby, honey you're gonna drive old me insane Yes, you know I love you, I'll

Niggas around me go commando, yeah Ballin' two hoes in a Lambo, yeah Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah Tell me a place that I can't go, yeah Bitch tell your friend step it up Ain't no raw, bitch, we gon' wrap it up Pole game, tryna run it up Lock safe

What do they call me My skin is black My arms are long My hair is woolly My back is strong Strong enough to take the pain inflicted again and again My name is AUNT SARAH My name is Aunt Sarah

Hands on your body, I don't wanna waste no time Feels like forever even if forever's tonight Just lay with me, waste this night away with me You're mine, I can't look away, I just gotta say Yeah, I just had a lil' bit too much of Hennessy Just gotta tell

Yeah, you wanna find love then you know where the city is Yeah, you wanna find love then you know where the city is, city is Cleaning up Oh, and she said, "it's your birthday, are you feeling alright?" The next one's the MD You'll be feeling just fine

Everybody wanna be a gangster (So you wanna be a gangster, homes?) 'Til it's time to do gangster shit You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy Shit just got real up in this bitch (Shit just got real) (Yeah- Put up or shut up) (Put up or shut up)

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about