| Nah no mercy
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| I need to make a special call, hand me the telephone
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| And when me call, me cyan get no dial tone
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| Nah no mercy
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| Me just buy mi house a love zone
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| Anyway, hey!
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| Excuse, pass mi cellular phone
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| Make me call Antoinette and Simone
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| Hey!
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| Tell dem no move a muscle
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| I’m comin' home to take a trip down inna dem love zone
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| Hey!
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| Gyal haffi bawl, and scream, and moan
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| Me start drink the ol' Tiger Bone
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| We use Brush, brush we shoes, and fling 'way Stone
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| So tell the man dem, «leave that alone!»
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| Drink up the Guinness, smoke up the chronic
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| Gyal start to bawl, me give dem the tonic
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| Gyal get the performance, and then astonished
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| And a hold me tight and a tell me she panic
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| Well!
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| Gyal want loving and dem want the romance
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| And if you no give dem, dem gonna carry vengance
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| Gyal inna mi bed deh pon a love sentence
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| You see the big bamboo yah me take block dem entrance
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| Gyal want a man, you know me deh yah instant
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| Natural as me born, no under not a substance
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| Excellent and talented, me don’t unbalanced
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| I nah drop off like the guy, Jack Palance
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| Gyal, a me got the fuel fi light up your lamp
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| And got the water fi pour inna your tank
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| When the heat start, the gyal a search fi hydrant
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| A scream and a bawl say, «the belly bottom cramp»
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| Me haffi send Toddler go call the ambulance
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| Me a the only soldier weh inna her camp, gyal
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| From it’s love, mi don’t romp
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| Well!
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| Big and fat, weigh five hundred pounds
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| Well, the Killer gonna break you down
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| Lawd
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| The gyal bring the whole of country come a town
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| A say she waan fi wear Killer’s crown
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| But!
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| Gyal a bawl «Help!» |
| just like dem a drown
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| When me start select dem sound
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| Romance is the name of mi cologne
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| And mi just buy house a love zone
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| Drink up the Guinness, smoke up the chronic
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| Gyal start to bawl, me give dem the tonic
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| Gyal get the performance, and then astonished
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| And a hold me tight and a tell me she panic
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| Well!
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| Gyal a make noise like a giant alarm
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| Gyal waan fi run 'way when mi engine turn on
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| Mi three teeth fork mi take and plough up her farm
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| Plant mi banana, and sink fi mi corn
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| Whole heap of hungry-belly pickeny deh yah a yawn
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| Non-stop work, it’s just on and on
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| Gyal inna mi house pon love sentence remand
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| Blow like hurricane, and spring water like storm
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| A find excuse a say, «One o’clock gone»
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| And, «Wha' she a go tell her mother say inna di morn'»
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| Me nah stop work because pickney shall born
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| You shouldn’t find yourself inna mi palm
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| Well!
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| Hand me my phone
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| Make me call Jacqueline and Simone
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| Hey!
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| Tell dem no move no muscle
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| Killer coming home to take a trip down inna the love zone
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| Hey!
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| Gyal haffi bawl, and scream, and moan
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| Me start drink the ol' Tiger Bone
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| I use Brush, brush my shoes, I fling 'way Stone
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| So tell the man dem, «Leave that alone!»
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| Drink up the Guinness, smoke up the chronic
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| Gyal start to bawl, me give dem the tonic
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| Gyal get the performance, and then astonished
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| And a hold me tight and a tell me she panic
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| Well!
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| Gyal want the loving and want the romance
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| And if them no… |