di man sound like a Rape-ist Starrrrr lol ... BUt di chune MADDDDDD SO TiLL!!!
Shem1 said
08:52 05/18 2008
ima need dis
bLaCkBeatZ said
21:50 05/18 2008
BUNG BANG!!!!
BUSHKASH said
01:42 05/19 2008
Maad Ting...di Man lyrickz hard fi ketch stillz..but a lucky fi dis me learn weh him a seh so me stop sing di man song wrong..bless
djshadow said
01:44 05/19 2008
give thanx
littlemisslinkz said
03:47 05/24 2008
dis madddddddddddddddddddd
verssatyle said
16:19 05/25 2008
caraaazzzzyyyy
outandbadint said
16:20 05/25 2008
i love this post
wasteking said
11:06 05/27 2008
maddest chune pon di riddim
Roneil AKA Midnight said
20:47 05/27 2008
yo dis a di hardest tune pon di riddim vado own stale like bread weh Food fi di poor gi people fi nyam
Da MaGiC oNe said
20:49 05/27 2008
a di 2nd maddes tune dis pon di riddim
ANDREDESIGNZ said
20:49 05/27 2008
zeen
the doc said
20:51 05/27 2008
dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddonia
Roneil AKA Midnight said
20:52 05/27 2008
my yute unuh stop talk non-sense di Movado own stale cause him use parts of him ole song fi mek IN A DI CARE BACK and plus him talk bout RIDE ON RIDE ON SLIDE ON SLIDE on fi 6 bars straight that jus ****ed up
Intro
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No get no numba
Wen u call me
Wen u horny
And waa cocky fi u punani
Call me
From u 2 p*u**yy jaw tight all night
Mek u ride on d tall pipe like a R bike
I can see me nuh hav forsight
I can see me nuh hav far sight
Verse 1
Pom pom fat
Body fit fi f**k
U 2 breast dem stiff stiff up
Hop on pon me cocky like a biscuit truck
Pon u head balance pon hand
Wrist fi bruk
Gal a get wild an a flick flick up
Tun har back way
Left foot lift it up
U a go get a good f**k
Gal fix it up
Me nuh quick fi bruk
Chorus*2
Me bruise up d p*u**yy jaw
Force it up
In har belly
Me hose me bruk
In har belly
Gal a baaawl
An a hold har belly
Put har pon har head
And mek she hol on pon d bed
And wen she hold on pon d bed
She get d cocky an a beg
Naawww
She caa seh d body deady dead
Naaww
She caa seh d body deady dead
Verse 2
So gal just get in d bed
Cock it up
Start fi pose
And wen me let up d hose
U a go run lef u clothes
Grab u
Twist up u legs
And mek dem bandy and bow
And then me start fi throw
My cocky,
Wine pon it slow
U drop of
Slide on fast
Mek u ride an cough
Me wear out u hole like my bank clarks
Well charge up
A magnum i drank fast
She all a blow breeze
Like Ivan past
Put d sheet pon d divan glass
Me no nyam p*u**yy like
Dryland sharks
Bakshot put u in pon d tile and walk
Caa smile and laugh
Chorus*2
Use me hand
And grip pon har shoulder
Wen she put hand over
Me start jook and stab
Pon d pillow
She a look and grab
Shoes up
Me nuh barefoot and trod
My cocky more heavy
Than book and bag
Fingernail craab up me back and me neck
Cause them more sharper than d foot pon crab
She seh it burning
Tell her bout that
Me no concerning
Me no waa she seh me soft and learning
So me give har d cocky
Wid d curving
Seh tek time
She a viirgin
Wen she come
Bring moisture like Jergin
She cant tek d full it turning
The lights in d room were dim
Chorus*2