Maestro

Lyrics

[Intro] "Heights of great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight But they, while their companions slept Were toiling upward through the night." Well, this is the maestro Hahaha I have the doctorate for all things... It's just another one, please [Chorus] Me no want no idle jubbie fi come hackle my body I say The gyal dem all a run me down Gyal dem all a hunt me down Gyal dem all a draw me down True dem waan suck out mi tongue Jump, spread out, gyal, jump, spread out Jump, spread out, and whine And mi say Gyal, you a the wife Man a treat you right Hand up inna di air, you and mate no fight prize You a the wife, man a treat you right Hand up inna di air you and mate no fight [Verse 1] But mi say Gyal, from you a him pal Man love you bad Man dem outta road, dem see your body, all a mad Gyal, you know you're cute Yes, that a the truth Man dem outta road, dem waan fi pick you like a fruit Gyal, your body bright Dim all mi light But mi nah go lef' you 'cause you have the slam right Wifey haffi vex 'Cause me a gyal a pest As mawga as me be, a me the gyal dem a request Request [Chorus] So! From you a the wife Man a treat you right Hand up inna di air, you and mate no fight dry You a the wife, man a treat you right Hand up inna di air you and mate no fight [Verse 2] Well, excuse mi boys, a fi the gyal dem me cry Whine Suzy, whine Wha' dem a call vulgarity, a exercise Whine Angie, whine A mi Jamaican gyal dem you waan criticise? Whine baby, whine The more remarks them pass, the more you burn them eyes When you whine Patsy, whine From you a African princess, don't be shy Whine baby, whine So, wha' me say?! Face, and the shape, and the body weh you have Bare as you dare, X rated and mad All a gyal a push up, tell a gyal say she hot Three is a crowd, and you nah carry no bag Wifey better try get rid of the luggage Mate outta road take your husband fi carriage She all a use allum fi try encourage One night with him, and your life inna worries Wait! So! [Chorus] Idle jubbie fi come hackle my body I say Well! The gyal dem all a run me down Gyal dem all a hunt me down Gyal dem all a draw me down True dem waan suck out mi tongue Jump, spread out, gyal, jump, spread out Jump, spread out, and whine But mi say Gyal, you a the wife Man a treat you right Hand up inna di air, you and mate no fight prize You a the wife, man a treat you right Hand up inna di air you and mate no fight [Bridge] But mi say Gyal, from you a him pal Man love you bad Man dem outta road, dem see your body, all a mad Gyal, you know you're cute Yes, that a the truth Man dem outta road, dem waan fi pick you like a fruit Gyal, your body bright Dim all mi light But mi nah go lef' you 'cause you have the slam right Wifey haffi vex 'Cause me a gyal a pet As mawga as me be, a me the gyal dem a request Request [Outro] But! From you a the wife Man a treat you right Hand up inna di air, you and mate no fight dry You a the wife, man a treat you right Hand up inna di air you and mate no fight