| Turn up di mic leff me slaughter come all night til me run outta water |
| tell me what this gyul she after she gettin me hotter say she like me ragga- |
| muffin style wan me call her sexy shauna come peel mi banana |
| sunday date at di sauna i met her pon di corner we never reach di sauna |
| strokin she nana throwin it on her spittin pon she poke like a llama |
| and i done informed her i warned her me nah wan cause her no trauma |
| we nah wan deal wit no drama and yet she got di audacity to ask of me |
| to come meet she mama |
| strokin she nana mornin til dawna throw back on mi clothes and me gonna |
| she say she wan me call her tomorrow |
| well baby don’t you wait up |
| Girl stop stressin me out |
| what’s this shit all about |
| ya keep on stressin me out |
| we don’t gotta take that route |
| Now she callin me pon mi nokia bout she wan i man fi stroke her |
| well i hope ya understand this i man nah ready fi no relationship |
| and said me just wan jump up and rub up in it |
| said me nah wan f#$@ up and love up wit it |
| fi every treat there’s always a trick |
| chattin bout ya bills gyul ya must be sick |
| singin bout you don’t pay my bills |
| well baby back off let me chill |
| i wanna hit that ass until |
| but you keep on stressin me |
| Ya tink ya bad ya mad ya just a punksta |
| Not even bad wit dem fassies amongst ya |