Natty B.M.W.

Lyrics

[Intro] The sound's call "Natty BMW" So we don't want no war nor no trouble here, you know? Well, watch out, man Tribal, tribal warrior, why can't we unite? [Verse 1] Huh, ha-ha-high! Say, the natty step pon di accelerator Well I tell you, natty gone up at Mona fi go check sister Sonya Gal, me kiss you pon your lip and then you jump and skip Kiss you pon your lip and then you whine up your hip Gal, your face favor low wages Gal, me say your bottom favor high crisis Me say, me give you weh you want and then you want more (Huh) Take you up at bed and then me put you pon floor Said, you still want more (Hahaha) Me say, me draw down mi zip and then mi take out mi brick, well stick [Bridge] Tribal, tribal warrior, why can't we unite? Stop your little fussing and fighting Right, right now fussing and fighting should throw away Tell you 'bout the sound a call-a "Natty BMW", I would say [Verse 2] Tell you, said that love is di answer Man, I said that war cyaan conquer Cah natty drive up him BMW And when him park and come out, him no trouble you (Huh) Natty drive pon di highway Well I tell you say him drive pon di causeway [Bridge] Teach you 'bout the sound that keep you rocking and swing Stop your running wild, I beg you change up your style And a don't you get so spoil And stop your little-little fussing and fighting [Verse 3] Cah natty drive up him BMW And when him park and come out, him no trouble you Say, natty step pon di brakes and a weakheart quake Drive one gear then she take off brassiere One gear and then she take off brassiere Cah natty feel up di breast [Bridge] Don't push your black brother, why can't we unite Make we live the best we can and forget- Well, watch out, man! [Verse 4] Gal, me say fi give me little loving, keep me rubbin' Gal, me say fi give me little loving, keep me rubbin' Beca' me feel up di breast, me never lift up your dress But if it come to di test, they will lift up your dress Then feel up your breast (Yeah) Cah natty driving in a di BMW Well, I tell you natty park and come out, him no trouble you (Huh) Park and come out, him no trouble you A so him drive one gear and she take off brassiere Step pon di accelerator Show dem natty dread nah jester (Weh mi say, Rasta?) [Bridge] Say, natty rub sister Sonya up at Mona Rub sister Sonya, huh, up at Mona Tell you 'bout the sound a called "Natty BMW" We no want no trouble [Verse 5] Feel up your breast, me never lift up your dress (Huh) Feel up your breast, me never lift up your dress Drive one gear and then you take off brassiere Your face favor low wages Gal, me say your bottom favor high crisis (Hahaha) Face favor low wages (A so mi say, sir) Bottom favor high crisis [Outro] Natty drive up him BMW Show dem, natty drive up him BMW Cah natty dread just humble, him don't make no trouble Natty drive up di BMW