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Beenie Man f. Janet Jackson, “Feel It Boy”
Beenie:
Whenever I got no money, she is still my honey and there is no reason to be funny cause I say I don’t care what you say, but you can say girl Keep on saying ya ting, yeah And I no care what you do, but you can do girl Keep on doing your thing, yeah And I no care what you shake, but you can shake girl You have my head a spin, yeah And I no care what you kiss, but you can kiss girl You have this brother a sing that
People keep on telling me that you are here to stay, yeah But I keep on telling them that you will go away, cause why? Two wrongs can’t make no right, no Ain’t nothing wrong with a good old fight
Janet:
It’s alright if you feel it boy You can feel this feeling all around the world It’s okay if you feel it Forget everything and everybody Boy let’s just have a party, me and you
Beenie:
Gal out of your mouth, now call me damn name Instead of bring me joy, you brought pure pain Now I really know what is the game Bust your brain, blood fi stain Sometimes I really thought your love was so true Cried on my shoulder, bought that all too Now I really know what just to do Forget you too, you and your crew
People keep on telling me your love is here to stay But I keep on telling them that you will go away, cause why? Two wrongs can’t make no right, no Ain’t nothing wrong with a good old fight
Janet:
It’s alright if you feel it boy You can feel this feeling all around the world It’s okay if you feel it Forget everything and everybody Boy let’s just have a party, me and you
Beenie:
Whenever I got no money, she is still my honey Without any clothes or jewelry, she is still my honey But through little cars and luxury, I almost lose my honey open your heart, girl, you let me back in, yeah And you be my queen and I’m forever your king yeah cause
Two wrongs can’t make no right, no Ain’t nothing wrong with a good old fight (yeah) Two wrongs can’t make no right
Janet:
It’s alright if you feel it boy You can feel this feeling all around the world It’s okay if you feel it Forget everything and everybody Boy let’s just have a party, me and you
Beenie:
Me and you not my whole crew Dancing together in the whole venue
Janet:
Forget everything and everybody Boy let’s just have a party, me and you
Beenie:
Let’s just have a party Let’s just have a party
Janet:
Forget everything and everybody Boy let’s just have a party, me and you Beenie:
Let’s have a party me and you my baby Zagga Zagga Za
By Tanto Metro & Devonte
Intro: Put yuh self in our position Den yuh would a really know What’s going on All over de world People a cry everyday But question
Chorus: Do you really wanna be there To see your little kids eyes fill with tears Do you really wanna be there When this fighting for power has risen fears Do you really wanna be there When nuclear destroy the atmosphere Do you really want be there Living in a world that is so unfair
Chorus 2: Aah Hoo Say they really want everything to be well But aah hoo Say they really care for no one else Aah hoo Say they really want everything to be well But aah hoo They don’t really care for no one else
Verse 1: You miss a warrior Want know di answer Why yuh a create An un-natural disaster We choose the leader So do remember That yuh couldn’t do it on your own Yuh a hear mi no friend A could a whey yuh a defend (bwoy) Lace yuh boot, an set a better trend ‘Cause really we nuh comprehend Yuh better wheel and come again (bwoy) Yuh nuh see di wrong message yuh a send
Chorus 2
Do you wanna Do you really wanna Do you wanna Do you really wanna (Repeat)
(Repeat chorus and verse)
By Moses 'Beenie Man' Davis Intro : Chuh (laugh) Babylon yuh betta turn wi loose God knows, turn wi loose now Sing along, a little song An guh a ting like
CHO
Freedom, for some I am bawling Babylon yuh pull di chain from mi han Mi still under yuh Babylon system God knows, Freedom for some I am bawling Oh Selassie I, rastafarian calling Beenie Man a sing a ting
1. From the day mi know miself, man a born of mammal Although yuh smart, dem sen yuh guh a Jamal Teach yuh how fi spell gun and nuclear weapon How fi spell politics and greet politician Nowhere in the Bible where those words come from Dem restore wi name an class us as African When con is a short name for condemnation I nuh know bout di I, I a true Ethiopian Christopher Columbus, bout him discover island Discover what when him come spot the Indian An a him tun roun an all enslave black man Muslini an him friend dem tief the gold and all di diamond WHo steal wi name, check the queen wheh deh a England A she build the pope and introduce vatican From Constantine, Julius aand all Pope John Now dem reach Paul i wonder if dem want to expand Queen Elie-zabeth, all she is a next one Well mi naah guh too stress me just a look a explanation This is the word from the black man
CHO
I say man a true needle kill the dragon and eagle Murda di pope wheh a defender of evil Long time dem bwoi deh a pressure black people Have wi like a slave under chain and shackle Now wi buss out inna muscle Well a long time mi deh warn dem fi look to the east Warning to the dragon and the mark of the beast Mek dem a galong suh like dem caan tun discease Call on the Selassie wheh a blow all di breeze Weeping wailing, nashing of teeth God judgement, is only certain man see it Pope Constantine inna him grave an all a grief This is no Pelican brief My Speech
CHO
People, well unnuh clean out yuh ears an listen to mi lyrics Yuh nuh hear bout di Lieshah di ball head prophet Word of Elijah, di man used to spread it John di most righteous man yet still wasnt a prophet He could not be God, dem haffi tun him inna baptist This is the meaning of ma lyrics in these times Mandela come an try it Well him never reach far, prison wall di man face it Malcolm X try an a coppershot end it All try and dem beat it an kill it Marcus Garvey try, a fi rice dem sell it Only we inna di music business can stop it Follow Beenie Man and all live it
CHO
Fresh From YardBeenie Man featuring Lil’ Kim Produced by Desert Storm
Beenie Man: It’s a DJ Clue production Likkle Kim ‘longside Beenie Man Zagga Zagga Zow Boombakstar
America, Carribean, a matter of fact, the world We’re coming at ya Kim, where you at babe?
Lil’ Kim: Gal flex, time to have sex, (from “Flex”) jumpin’ a ya Lex, steam a blunt, pop a Beck’s. Now you know that my style is rated XXX, This Brooklyn native gal you know I’ve ‘nuff respect. I used to rock Sergio Tachini, D&G bikinis, Now I’m hot-steppin’ in my Queen B collection, Got gear to match my whips from Monday to Sunday, Designers give me exclusives straight off the runway. That’s how it is, My shit is laid out, Some of y’all show up, But like jeans y’all fade out. Whatever. Fly out the crew, Hit the beach in Miami, Niggas watch me shake my fanny, In my iced out panties.
Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin out. People from east, west, north and south. (from “Roots & Culture) Say I’m the MC with a nasty mouth. Put that on my unborn kids we do away with.
Beenie Man: Gal, open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside deh, and wo’k you all night A who dis girl you wan’ bite – a kick up and a rail like a man she wan’ fight, alright. Open up your legs em wide and let me get inside deh, and wo’k you all night. A who dis girl you wan’ bite – a kick up and a rail like a man she wan’ fight. From you a Tappa Tappa
Lil Kim: Then throw dem bones
BM: Tappa Tappa
LK: Let the diamonds show
BM: Tappa Tappa
LK: Me look good in a me clothes
BM: Tappa Tappa
LK: Bad girl nah fi pose
BM: Hear me tappa, man a no rapper, entertainer, worse man a real, tappa tappa. Pop your collar, no bother holla, spend a thousand dollar, buy ganja and liquor. you and yuh brother, hanging out together, chicken heads, and bout twelve hoochie mama, when car hot, clothes proper, get it together, de DJ say we fresh from yard. Likkle Kim just buck a real ol dog, last gal me work she end up down a de morgue, bad man a real bad man, a no no fraud.
Kim, open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside deh, and wo’k you all night. A who dis girl you wan’ bite – a kick up and a rail like a man she wan’ fight, alright. Open up your legs em wide and let me get inside deh, and wo’k you all night. A who dis girl you wan’ bite – a kick up and a rail like a man she wan’ fight
From you a Tappa Tappa
LK: Then throw dem bones
BM: Tappa Tappa
LK: Let the diamonds show
BM: Tappa Tappa
LK: Me look good in a me clothes
BM: Tappa Tappa
LK: Bad girl nah fi pose
BM: Me have girls from all nations, even haitian, and Jamaican. woman a say me a God creation, say dem wan’ me consecration, send in application, want me qualification, line up a me gate like me a custom or immigration.
how one girl fi rule man, yuh mad dat couldn’t gwan man, just slam a Malaysian and me send for Indian-Asian, wife a Puerto Rican ‘pon de hill me buy a mansion, just buy a apartment for my girlfriend who a Italian, tone weh drive the BMW mention she a German, not to mention the one we’ send a bag a pound from over England, have girl in Netherlands, Africa and Switzerland, thirteen baby mother weh me have.
Fresh from Yard.
Likkle Kim just buck a real ol dog, this a bad boy yaw gone ‘pon record, last gal me work she end up down a de morgue, me can tell her something.
Kim, open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside there, and wo’k you all night. A who dis girl you wan’ bite – a kick up on a real like a man she wan’ fight, alright. Open up your legs em wide and let me get inside there, and wo’k you all night. A who dis girl you wan’ bite – a kick up on a real like a man she wan’ fight.
Tappa Tappa
LK: Then throw dem bones
BM: Tappa Tappa
LK: Let the diamonds show
BM: Tappa Tappa
LK: Me look good in a me clothes
BM: Tappa Tappa
LK: Bad girl nah fi pose
LK: Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin out. People from east, west, north and south. (from “Roots & Culture) Say I’m the MC with a nasty mouth. Put that on my unborn kids we do away with.
By Beenie Man
Chorus: Some whole heap a waste fire Whey you hear the Rasta dem a heap up Some innocent ghetto youth Whey a hear di Babylon dem a beat up Fuckery dem a keep up All some nasty bwoy a road Whey a gal crotches dem a eat up Fuckery dem a keep up I know dem nah go like me ‘Cause a dem secrete mi come fi leak up A fuckery dem a keeping So mi haffi speak up
Verse 1: A fuckery dat when police tek an innocent life A fuckery dat when you a look you best friend wife A fuckery dat when some bwoy a walk and a hype A bigger fuckery dat when wi hear dem all a bite Imagine, man a tek man t’ings and a him next man a strike Bun wi bun a dyke wi nuh support sodomite Petty t’ief a walk and thief people clothes every night A fuckery dat dem sey dem a friend and a backbite
Verse 2: Fuckery dem a carry on, evil works dem a perform Some innocent ghetto youths whey dem have lock up in a remand Fuckery dat a gwaan, some man whey tek dem money go a obeah man go balm Fuckery dat a gwaan, Politician nah come grease di ghetto youth dem palm Fuckery dat a gwaan some bwoy sey dem a gallis and a walk wid mouley arm Fuckery dat a gwaan some bwoy a run dung town and nah waan wine Dawn Fuckery dat a gwaan, mi ca’an believe is a next man di bwoy mek turn him on Fuckery dat a gwaan, some youth whey true boosting dem tek up gun and run warm Put dung di gun and live in peace, nuh badda full nuh man head a corn Mi ca’an believe a bleach him a bleach mi t'ink is a mask di bwoy have on
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