Obie Trice - Jamaican Girl

Fecha de Publicación: Hace 9 años
Artísta: Obie Trice

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Letra 'Jamaican Girl'

Call me baby, baby
{She say}
Call me baby, baby
{She say}
Call me baby, baby
{She say}
Call me baby, baby
{She say}

[Chorus: Brick & Lace]
I just want you in my arms Obie
Hold you till the morning Obie
Know you got it going on Obie
I don t hear what the rumbleclots say{She say}
I just want you in my arms Obie
Hold you till the morning Obie
Know you got it going on Obie
Sex and on that good love to me

[1st Verse]
She say she like em dark skinn-ded
Not timid, wanna rumble in my loft is it
Talk different, her walk s exscusite
Switch is ridiculous, locks is twisted
Like a block she said visit us
Jamrock why don t you picture us, with
Kids or whip, a ton of cannabis
So I can can it on a cannoe
Sippin coconuts like its a can of some brew
I m what she plan to hold on to{she say}

[chorus]

[2nd verse]
Haters wanna hate, hey no way, hey
She ll slit ya throat, mess around with O
She move a pound of coke, like brown with hopes
Of being close to folk, if you clown ya poked
No joke, murder she wrote, provoke me no a rotty
Be a dead body, it be that dread hotty
Me no know noone that more potty
Down on her knees, up in the party to please my body{she say}

[chorus]
I just want you in my arms Obie
Hold you till the morning Obie
Know you got it going on Obie
I don t hear what them rumbleclots say{She say}
I just want you in my arms
Till the break of dawn we can get it on Obie
Ain t no need to prolong Obie
Realest nigga on this song is Obie

[3rd verse]
Way she move, got me in her hypnotic ways
Her voice manuevers, got me thinking bout her day to day
See I m faced with beauty, there s nothing more for me to say
Put on the dance floor and play with Obie
And it s no cliche, O s great like the lake
So she pon d the river her way of doing the snake
Jamaican God, make a true playa break
Say it ain t so, ya truth is fate
Incense lit when she s interested in insertion
Any minute ya squirting, she gifted in
Giving you the business, hurting em
Plus she know that art of perversion{she say}

[chorus]

Call me baby, baby [x12]
[talking fades out]