Jamaica (No Run Left)

Lyrics

[Intro] El-e-phant Energy God Number one El-e-phant Energy God Number one El-e-phant You know! Ha! [Verse 1] Roll up in my big, fat, black Cadillac Hear some boy a make some big chat Drive by! That a wha' dem get pon spot Beenie Man di boy dem cyan take weh you black Link Bling Dawg 'cause me hear sey him strapped With a big black Glock and the clip well intact Sake of airplay, make we come off of that Dem a baller, we a real top-a-top So wha'? [Chorus] No boy cyan make we run left Jamaica No boy cyan make we cut left da endz yah A bere top-a-top come from Jamaica A bere weed man come from Jamaica And we bun chi chi man inna Jamaica And we bun Nyamaton inna Jamaica A bere hot girls come from Jamaica A bere ukku bit girl deh a Jamaica [Verse 2] Roll up in the club Crystal we a pop Watch the gyal dem a whine. tic-a, tic-a, toc "It's your clothes", Wayne Marshall say that Reminisce pon mi white rice and chicken back I wanna take you home right now, cut the crap Big anaconda wriggle up under her frock She say, she want the work, "Elephant, come back!" Dem a baller, we a real top-a-top So wha'? [Chorus] No boy cyan make we run left Jamaica No boy cyan make we cut left da endz yah A bere top-a-top come from Jamaica A bere weed man deh inna Jamaica And we bun chi chi man inna Jamaica And we bun Nyamaton inna Jamaica A bere hot girls come from Jamaica A bere ukku bit deh a Jamaica [Verse 3] Down a Vietnam a chill out pon the endz Me, Wayne Marshall, and mi friend Spragga Benz A reason how me waan go done Jackie endz Dem know me a gallis 'cause a me set the trends Give her it hard and her whole body tense Make gyal run lef' dem contact lens Jump two walls and all half dozen fence Tell you friends to come and meet my friends 'Cause [Chorus] No boy cyan make we run left Jamaica No boy cyan make we cut left da endz yah A bere top-a-top come from Jamaica A bere weed man come from Jamaica And we bun chi chi man inna Jamaica And we bun Nyamaton inna Jamaica A bere hot girls come from Jamaica A bere ukku bit girl deh a Jamaica [Verse 1] Roll up in my big, fat, black Cadillac Hear some boy a make some big chat Drive by! That a wha' dem get pon spot Beenie Man di boy dem cyan take weh you black Link Bling Dawg 'cause me hear sey him strapped With a big black Glock and the clip well intact Sake of airplay, make we come off of that Dem a baller, we a real top-a-top So wha'? [Chorus] No boy cyan make we run left Jamaica No boy cyan make we cut left da endz yah A bere top-a-top come from Jamaica A bere weed man come from Jamaica And we bun chi chi man inna Jamaica And we bun Nyamaton inna Jamaica A bere hot girls come from Jamaica A bere ukku bit girl deh a Jamaica [Verse 2] Roll up in the club Crystal we a pop Watch the gyal dem a whine. tic-a, tic-a, toc "It's your clothes", Wayne Marshall say that Reminisce pon mi white rice and chicken back I wanna take you home right now, cut the crap Big anaconda wriggle up under her frock She say, she want the work, "Elephant, come back!" Dem a baller, we a real top-a-top So wha'? [Outro] No boy cyan make we run left Jamaica