Don't you know But light is settled baby making you look at me Tell me who it is gonna be I'm thinkin' should I put down time A wildcard haunting me Tell me who is it gonna be yeah yeah Oooh, don't know how you feel Oooh, tell me how you feel Hear me,

If mi cyan get a fuck, that mean mi nah give a fuck No way, noooo 'Cause if yuh never did a hitch with di thing, you wouldn’t bruck no day, baby If mi cyan get a fuck, mi nah give a fuck No way, ooh yeah Because that "friend zone" thing deh, a nuh me

Been a minute since I pulled up outside Work it like a stripper, yeah But you not a stripper, yeah Dog her down with ya, yeah Work that nine to five with ya, yeah Shut it down, yeah, we do that everytime Ooh-wee got a feeling you might, yeah Oh my, oh

Get your money, black man (black man) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away Don't catch you slippin' up Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody You go tell somebody Girl, you got me dancin' (yeah, girl, you got me dancin') Look what I'm

They loving the crew Oh, they loving the crew Got my whole crew blowing like a C-4 They loving the crew ooh, Listen, listen, whoa, yeah, listen, ooh Take your nose off my keyboard What you bothering me for? There's a room full of niggas

She ride it, oh yeah She ride it, oh yeah (yeah) On top of me (on top), she ride it, oh yeah She ride it, ay She ride it (what) She ride it, yeah She ride it, yeah (she ride it) She ride it, oh yeah (she ride it, yeah) She ride it (ooh ooh)

Girl I wanna love you, baby I wanna make love to you, yeah yeah yeah Girl I now wanna make love to you I wanna make love, yeah I wanna make love to you baby, that's all I wanna do, oh girl I can't get enough, ooh yeah, hey I'm loving you baby, that's all

I shot the sheriff But I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no! Oh! But I didn't shoot no deputy, ooh, ooh, oo-ooh.) Yeah! All around in my home town, They're tryin' to track me down; They say they want to bring me in guilty For the killing of a deputy, For the

But ooh, you got that thang You walk in with a crooked smile Yeah your hair's a little out of style The way you drink, the way you trip The way you bite your bottom lip The way you slip, the way you slide The way you walk, the way you drive

Mad sounds in your ears, they make you get up and dance They make you get up Yeah they make you get up Ooh la la la, ooh la la la Ooh la la la ooh Mad sounds in your ears, they make you feel alright They bring you back to life Love buckles under the