Keys Under Palm Trees

Lyrics

[Intro] Aphilliates! [Verse 1] Hear the Devil callin', I can hear 'em It's like, I get chills down my spine, when I'm near him Man, I'm a tad too bad, I don't fear him I don't need the preachers, I'm the high priestess (Kyuh, kyuh) Everywhere I go, I get "Hi, nice to meet you" Bitches know I beast this, I'm the fashionistis And they know, I stay around the white, like a groom (Huh) Look up in the sky, I see somebody on a broom (Woah, oh) I think I'm gettin' hi-high-hi-high, on my own supply (Uh-huh) Yellin' "Rastafari! " when I'm ridin' by See, I used to be the wife, of a king (Yeah) Back when I was smugglin' them things, in the bing (Holiday Season!) Now that I'm a boss bitch, it's a win-win (Uh-huh) Come to Mr. Chow's, or meet me in Chin-Chin (Okay) Now I get'cha ching & my name bells ring - (What up?) Oops, I mean my name ring bells, ding ding! (Kyuh, kyuh) [Chorus] I'm in Jamaica with them keys, under palm trees The leprechaun sees, what my palm reads And if my heart seize, please call my aunties I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin' I'm in Jamaica with them keys, under palm trees The leprechaun sees, what my palm reads And if my heart seize, please call my aunties I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin' (Boys yellin', boys yellin') (Trap-A-Holics) [Bridge] Get down, get down, get down down Get d- get down, get down, get down down (I hear them boys yellin') Get d- get down, get down, get down down (Yellin', yellin') Get down, get down on the ground Get down, get down on the ground [Verse 2] Man, fuck a P-O, and fuck a C-O 'Bout to "Set It Off", like Cleo (Uh-huh) Mad, they done tapped my Treo (Word) Bagged my skio (Okay) Heard the bitch lyin' like Leo (Rrah) Anyway, I'm the ninja, Kawasaki blazin' (Uh-huh) In a kimono, "Konichiwa" to the Asians I kick, kick, kick it like I'm Bruce Lee's son (Hiyah) So all of that yellin' in the street soon done Cause if I take my ski mask off, then I'm dumbin' (Uh-huh) The young Chaka Khan, yes - "I Am Every Woman" And I am 'bout that coke, not what'cha put the rum in (No) I say a little prayer, tell the Lord that I'm comin', comin' (Kyuh) [Chorus] I'm in Jamaica with them keys, under palm trees The leprechaun sees, what my palm reads And if my heart seize, please call my aunties I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin' I'm in Jamaica with them keys, under palm trees The leprechaun sees, what my palm reads And if my heart seize, please call my aunties (Please, call my aunties) I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin' (Boys yellin', boys yellin', yellin') [Outro] Can you hear them yellin'? Comin' for me, comin' for me-e-e-e Comin' for me, comin' for me, comin' for me