dough with them pistols lay it down nigga you know why they came to get you. Get rich or die tryin, live by the iron, you could shoot the sun down man
you stayed lately The black cat affair A broken mirror Two steps up under the ladder would bring me near her To good luck that fucking with you You make the sun
(intro) Jamaica you are my likkle Africa woyy yeah heyyy (verse 1) likkle Africa I'm a third class citizen puppa ridin inna babylon across di Schengen
Vos etreintes font mal J?ai les poumons qui craquent tant je respire votre air conditionne Que savez - vous de nos vies ? Vous n?avez jamais subi le
From Jamaica to the world It's just love, It's just love, Why most the children play in the street? Broken arms can fade the dreams Peace on earth to
OOH OOH Rest far no no no Its alright its alright yeah I wanna hold you on through that day and on through that night and when the sun goes down I'm not
lord Praise ye the lord Praise ye the lord Jamaica Praiseeeeeeee And cross the bridge There'll be no sorrow Across the bridge There'll be no pain The sun
a strike Doctars, teachers, heyy, neegle eyes Yeah, represent fi jamaica Mek wi stand fi jamaica Betta youths stand fi jamaica Stand strong fi jamaica yeah? fi jamaica
(The sun is an abandoned child. Once, when the world was dark, his mother hung him in the sky with the thread from her womb. He runs and illuminates the
Down the way, where the nights are gay And the sun shines daily on the mountain top I took a trip on a sailing ship And when I reached Jamaica I made
de ta chair oh si seulement je pouvais Te revoir... Te revoir Te revoir... Te revoir Dans ta chambre, il y a un homme Les mains souillees par le crime De t'avoir retrouve pour Ne jamais
that ass (Wine wine) y'all lookin fine (Wine wine) One ting deh pon yuh mind (Wine wine) bend over and wine (Wine wine) Di Jamaican girls (Wine wine)
that erotic way Come on Jamaica In Jamaica all day Dancing with your darling Do Jamaica jerk-off that way Come on Jamaica Everybody say We're all happy in Jamaica Do Jamaica
BOO! he's the po he used to diss Jamaicans and Hatians cause you thought I was American Ay Pras, remember that song they sang, YEAH!! Go back to Jamaica