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Take a toke from the smoke, |
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Never standing by the door, |
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Just stretching out pan de floor, |
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That way him don't fall over, |
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No way him gwan fall out pan me, |
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That way him won't fall over, |
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No way him gwan fall out pan me. |
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'cause he's layed back, not laying back, |
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Layed back, not worried back, |
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Layed back, not thinking back, |
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Layed back, never holding back, |
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My jamaican guy, my jamaican guy. |
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When my dread start to sw.. |
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Him no think if it hot nor cold, |
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We just come in a de riva cold, |
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Dat way him don't waste him wata, |
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No way it gwan run out pan him, |
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Dat way him don't waste him wata, |
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No way it gwan run out pan him. |
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'cause he's layed back, not worried back, |
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Layed back, not thinking back, |
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Layed back, not laying back, |
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Layed back, never holding back, |
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My jamaican guy, my jamaican guy. |
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My j.a. guy. |
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Take my life for a drive, |
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Never need to change his tools, |
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Him drive like a stubborn mule, |
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Dat way him naw go plop plop, |
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No way gas gwan bun out pan him, |
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Dat way him naw go plop plop, |
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No way gas gwan bun out pan him. |
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'cause he's layed back, not thinking back, |
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Layed back, not worried back, |
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Layed back, not laying back, |
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Layed back, never holding back, |
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My jamaican guy, |
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My j.a. guy. |
