歌曲 | Handle The Ride |
歌手 | Tanya Stephens |
专辑 | Ruff Rider |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Dixon, Dodd, Stephenson | |
A a A John! What kind a idiot ting dat ya give a pon mi man. Want ya back bad. Mi love off ya, ya know. Cha | |
CHORUS: | |
Ya could na handle the ride | |
See it dere now | |
Ya gone now pon de broad side | |
Hold down your head from me ya wan hide | |
Hit the curb and all a slip and a slide | |
A we say | |
VERSE 1: | |
Tell your friend dem you wicked and brutal | |
But now you end up in the hospital | |
Talk bout too much gal ya kill | |
Ya never stop till you write ya own will | |
Now ya wan gone a dr. fu- phil | |
Ya should a hear when mi tell ya fa chill | |
CHORUS | |
VERSE 2: | |
Me tell ya, say ya should na mess with this philly | |
Cause anything cross mi border me kill it | |
But ya never wan a listen to mi warning | |
Ya could not even budge in a de morning | |
Pon de streets him a boast how him dread | |
But pon de work John a drop down dead | |
CHORUS | |
Big up all topless and Godless crew | |
Cause de gal dem nah stop cry for you | |
All roses and nu-fish man come down a ting in a ya hand. | |
Man from Portmore and man from spain | |
Ya never wait till ya gal complain | |
CHORUS |
zuo qu : Dixon, Dodd, Stephenson | |
A a A John! What kind a idiot ting dat ya give a pon mi man. Want ya back bad. Mi love off ya, ya know. Cha | |
CHORUS: | |
Ya could na handle the ride | |
See it dere now | |
Ya gone now pon de broad side | |
Hold down your head from me ya wan hide | |
Hit the curb and all a slip and a slide | |
A we say | |
VERSE 1: | |
Tell your friend dem you wicked and brutal | |
But now you end up in the hospital | |
Talk bout too much gal ya kill | |
Ya never stop till you write ya own will | |
Now ya wan gone a dr. fu phil | |
Ya should a hear when mi tell ya fa chill | |
CHORUS | |
VERSE 2: | |
Me tell ya, say ya should na mess with this philly | |
Cause anything cross mi border me kill it | |
But ya never wan a listen to mi warning | |
Ya could not even budge in a de morning | |
Pon de streets him a boast how him dread | |
But pon de work John a drop down dead | |
CHORUS | |
Big up all topless and Godless crew | |
Cause de gal dem nah stop cry for you | |
All roses and nufish man come down a ting in a ya hand. | |
Man from Portmore and man from spain | |
Ya never wait till ya gal complain | |
CHORUS |
zuò qǔ : Dixon, Dodd, Stephenson | |
A a A John! What kind a idiot ting dat ya give a pon mi man. Want ya back bad. Mi love off ya, ya know. Cha | |
CHORUS: | |
Ya could na handle the ride | |
See it dere now | |
Ya gone now pon de broad side | |
Hold down your head from me ya wan hide | |
Hit the curb and all a slip and a slide | |
A we say | |
VERSE 1: | |
Tell your friend dem you wicked and brutal | |
But now you end up in the hospital | |
Talk bout too much gal ya kill | |
Ya never stop till you write ya own will | |
Now ya wan gone a dr. fu phil | |
Ya should a hear when mi tell ya fa chill | |
CHORUS | |
VERSE 2: | |
Me tell ya, say ya should na mess with this philly | |
Cause anything cross mi border me kill it | |
But ya never wan a listen to mi warning | |
Ya could not even budge in a de morning | |
Pon de streets him a boast how him dread | |
But pon de work John a drop down dead | |
CHORUS | |
Big up all topless and Godless crew | |
Cause de gal dem nah stop cry for you | |
All roses and nufish man come down a ting in a ya hand. | |
Man from Portmore and man from spain | |
Ya never wait till ya gal complain | |
CHORUS |