Damian Marley - Hey,Girl

 
[Chorus: Stephen Marley & Rovleta Fraser]
Hey girl!
The way you make me feel
I know your love is real
You satisfy my every want and need

Hey boy!
You're always on my mind
We need to spend more time
Cause no one else can touch my heart and mind

[Verse 1]
She look so good in her clothes
She get dressed and roll
So much man a fly down, Call the pest control
Confident princess, She address them bold
She nah manifest, Fi dem sexual goal
She wish them the best, Rasta bless dem soul
Her mouth nuh filthy, Like nuh cess tank pool
Smarter than most intelluctual fools
Weh spend dem time pon internet chat rooms

She said, "Junior you're a genius
You think with you're mind and not you're peanuts
Your gang of Jamaican Al Pacinos
Drinking Blue Mountain cappuccinos."
Will I seh, "Baby you're the cleanest
The true definition of what my queen is
Nothing coulda ever really come between us
Share the same room and Jah will feed us."

[Chorus Repeats]
Hey girl!
The way you make me feel
I know your love is real
You satisfy my every want and need

Hey boy!
You're always on my mind
We need to spend more time
Cause no one else can touch my heart and mind
 
[Verse 2]
Why mi love her fi all she's worth
Sitn' fi gwan she wi start it first
Wheel and pop off, Supn' outta she purse
Whole heap a fool have to start disperse
Police ah come you see how f`st she splurt
Can't find no sign of she khaki skirt
Light up the place like we spark these herbs
Love watch the way that she gwan
When a big tune a play pon the dance-hall set
Selector rewind every chance dem get
The rhythm design fi she dance and sweat
All when morning ashine she nuh start dance yet
Man clear the line when she walk and step
But she nah pay no mind to remarks dem mek
Always on time tek a chance and bet
She's a fine piece of mind with right mindset

She said, "Junior you're a genius
You think with you're mind and not you're peanuts
Your gang of Jamaican Al Pacinos
Drinking Blue Mountain cappuccinos."
I seh, "Baby you're the cleanest
The true definition of what my queen is
Nothing coulda ever really come between us
Share the same room and Jah will feed us."

[Chorus Repeats]
Hey girl!
The way you make me feel
I know your love is real
You satisfy my every want and need

Hey boy!
You're always on my mind
We need to spend more time
Cause no one else can touch my heart and mind

[Verse 3]
So boom!
Animal you never know from you born
Places you only see when travel channel tun on
Our means of trans-p is when the camel run on
Camouflage and fatigue is our style and fashion
"Fliminitti" weh she have and that is the attraction
What she want is what she get and that is satisfaction
Well she want it all night and not just fi a fraction
Well too much long talking now a time fi action
Well she love fi spend money but she rather spend time

And if mi gone fi ten minute, She call me ten time
If mi nuh pick up then she panic
Then she call mi friend line
Cause she want the veteran fi come and bend up her spine
A substantial amount of African fly squat
I have to sip a roots and bun a one night cap
And she love the veteran, him always hit the right spot
And the way she feel so good
I have to bounce right back

[Chorus Repeats] 
Hey girl!
The way you make me feel
I know your love is real
You satisfy my every want and need

Hey boy!
You're always on my mind
We need to spend more time
Cause no one else can touch my heart and mind

Real Big - Mannie Fresh

"Real Big"

[Chorus]
House real-BIG,
Cars real-BIG,
Dick real-BIG,
Everything real-BIG...
Rims real-BIG,
Pockets real-BIG,
Rings real-BIG,
Let me tell u how i live...
Like that? buy that!
24's - ride that
Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps...
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs...
I'm Rich-bitch! I'm a fucking big tyma!

[Verse 1]
King of the hood,
Everything wood,
Look like a forest N dah truck and I'm'ma put..
Matchin soakin set, big open deck,
Hardwood floors, anythang that connect from the front to the back
Drop top that
Six-15's beatin hard in the deck
Push that button
Microwave oven
I'm just gettin started pimp u aint seen nothin
Is that a fish tank burrowed in the mid of the dash
Yeah Pimp' dont put ur fingers on my glass
Got a two lane bowlin' alley up in the truck
And in the other side of the bed
Yeah she wanna get stuff
Clap off lights when u gettin affection
Clap on lights when u findin protection
Now where in the wide (wiiiide) world of gator
Can u find another truck with a plush elevator

[Chorus]
House real BIG,
Cars real BIG,
Dick real BIG,
Everything real BIG...
Rims real BIG,
Pockets real BIG,
Rings real BIG,
Let me tell u how i live...
Like that - buy that
24's - ride that
Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps...
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs...
I'm Rich-bitch! I'm a fucking big tyma!

[Verse 2]
Here i come soo soo riiiide (right on)
And the shoes soo soo wiiiide (dynamite)
Hey yall peep the outfit
Wait a minute, hold up!, just a bit-
(back up workin with a monstah)
Now everybody knows, who gots the shiness clothes
Yall still doing lil league, and I'm in dah pros
And white boys go wow hes my idol (rad!)
And black boys say dude holdin the title
As the king of the south
Workin in and out
And duece, still pimp white teed up in his mouth
I'm the truth from the roots, shorty what u wanna see
Mayn i aint gotta get money mayn, money gett me
Yeah pimpin' still blindin (bliiing!)
Keep'a steve harvey linin' (edge it up)
And I'm'ma leather reclinin (lay back)
Put the music alpinin' , turn it up (BOOM!!BOOM!!)

[Chorus]
House real BIG,
Cars real BIG,
Dick real big,
Everything real BIG...
Rims real BIG,
Pockets real BIG,
Rings real BIG,
Let me tell u how i live...
Like that - buy that
24's - ride that
Ladeez, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps...
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs...
I'm Rich-bitch! I'm a fucking big tyma!

[Verse 3]
Mooooove!!!!!! lil one, i aint playin'
Landin in the projects in'na big jet plane (rollout!)
In a old blue chevy van
Have your baby momma cookin,rookie- cuz i can't
Man dude on the real??
Broad jocka stunna grillman dude on the real??
Broad jocka stunna grill
I'm about to clown
Puttin it down-yall'
Spin my gutt
So i can show yall shorties how to do donuts
Round and round and round (skirr--skuurr)
This is the part where i give my phone number to all the girls thats hott
Dial 9-7-6, that outside stick, or 8-7-4, shorty show me how it goes
Now how u ever seen a bitch trans truck like that
Now have u ever seen a big broad butt like that (wow)
Pah'dunka-dunk all out of her pants....
With a bow legged cowboys dance (yeeeehaaw!!!)

[Chorus]
House real big
Cars real big
Dick real big
Everything real big
Rims real big
Pockets real big
Rings real big
Let me tell u how i live
Like that buy that
24's ride that
Ladeez gentlement gangstas pimps
Mommas daddys stunnas shinahs
I'm Rich Bitch I'm a fucking big tyma

Damian marley, welcome to jamrock

Out in the streets, they call it murder!!!

Welcome to Jamrock, camp whe' da' thugs dem camp at
Two pounds a weed inna van back
It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack
The smell a give yah girlfriend contact
Some boy noy notice, dem only come around like tourist
On the beach with a few club sodas
Bedtime stories, and pose like dem name Chuck Norris
And don't know the real hardcore
Cause Sandals a no 'back-to', da thugs Dem wi do whe' dem got to
And won't think twice to shot you
Don't make dem spot you, unless you carry guns a lot too
A bare tuff thing come at you

When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block-off traffic
Then them wheel and pop off and dem start clap it
With the pin file dung and it a beat drop it
Police come inna jeep and them cant stop it
Some say them a playboy, a playboy rabbit
Funnyman a get dropped like a bad habit
So nobody pose tuff if you don't have it
Rastafari stands alone!

[Chorus]
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!

[Verse 2]
Welcome to Jamdown, poor people a dead at random
Political violence, can't done! Pure ghost and phantom, the youth
Dem get blind by stardom
Now the Kings Of Kings a call
Old man to Pickney, so wave unno hand if you with me
To see the sufferation sicken me
Them suit no fit me, to win election dem trick we
Den dem don't do*nuttin at all

Come on let's face it, a ghetto education's basic
A most a the youths them waste it
And when dem waste it, dat's when dem take da guns and replace it
Then them don't stand a chance at all
And dat's why a nuff little youth have up some fat matic
With the extra magazine inna them back pocket
And a bleach a night time inna some black jacket
All who not lock glocks, dem a lock rocket
Then will full you up a current like a short circuit
Dem a run a roadblock which part thr cops block it
And from now till a mornin not stop clock it
If the run outta rounds a brought back ratchet

[Chorus]
Welcome to Jamrock (Southside, Northside)
Welcome to Jamrock (East Coast, West Coast, huh, yo)
Welcome to Jamrock (Conwell, Middlesex and Surrey) Hey!
Welcome to Jamrock
Out in the streets, they call it murder!!!

[Outro]
Jamaica Jamaica! Jamaica Jamaica! Now!
Jamaica Jamaica! Yo! Jamaica Jamaica!
Welcome to Jamrock, Welcome to Jamrock