Hey Gyal
True rasta mon but mi dont have dem locks
N nah mi dont ras wit dem babylon cops
She say bwoy you too real like dem drums of steel
Word ta da shake shake banjo and rumba box
(She move her body) She move her body Jah Rastafari
If mi said mi didnt love it, what mi said would be a lie
Cross mi heart hope to die stick a finger in mi eye
Way she move dat booty swear dat ting dem come alive
Gyal where ya born she say trenchtown Jamaica
Take my number likkle more call mi later we can link up
Club fulla dudes but Im rare dats how she picked mi
Got mi sweatin starrin at her like whats under gyal pickney
Now watch mi do my thang
Take her to the crib den I tan pon it lang
All I ask is loyalty and trust and I will give you the world
Hey gyal
Hey gyal I love the way you move it
The way you shaking yo booty got me losing
My mind its time
For you to come on over bring that body on over
(Hey gyal) the way you move it so slow
(Hey gyal) you know you got my mind blown
(Hey gyal) and you aint gotta go no where
Just keep your body right here
Hey gyal hey gyal hey gyal
Hey gyal you know you so fine
The way you move dat booty got me losing my mind
Mi higher off dat fiyah shots of patron and lime
Imma get up in dat (roooooom) and make dat body wind
And you aint gotta go no where (no where no where)
Mashing up dem sheets neighbors hear and no mi dont care
Dem bati boys no mi dont fear
Mi keep da fiyah for dem bumbaclot no dare
I make it go boom come on baby zoom zoom
Mi a take you to dat place dem a call it boom room
She undressing in the car I say baby too soon
Im about to pon di river all up in dat pum pum
Then its back to the streets cuz a nigga gotta eat
Jamaican in my roots European on my feet
True shotta how I run it in my eyes you can see
Yea its deep up in my blood but listen Im from the D hey gyal
Hey gyal I love the way you move it
The way you shaking yo booty got me losing
My mind its time
For you to come on over bring that body on over
(Hey gyal) the way you move it so slow
(Hey gyal) you know you got my mind blown
(Hey gyal) and you aint gotta go no where
Just keep your body right here
Hey gyal hey gyal hey gyal
N nah mi dont ras wit dem babylon cops
She say bwoy you too real like dem drums of steel
Word ta da shake shake banjo and rumba box
(She move her body) She move her body Jah Rastafari
If mi said mi didnt love it, what mi said would be a lie
Cross mi heart hope to die stick a finger in mi eye
Way she move dat booty swear dat ting dem come alive
Gyal where ya born she say trenchtown Jamaica
Take my number likkle more call mi later we can link up
Club fulla dudes but Im rare dats how she picked mi
Got mi sweatin starrin at her like whats under gyal pickney
Now watch mi do my thang
Take her to the crib den I tan pon it lang
All I ask is loyalty and trust and I will give you the world
Hey gyal
Hey gyal I love the way you move it
The way you shaking yo booty got me losing
My mind its time
For you to come on over bring that body on over
(Hey gyal) the way you move it so slow
(Hey gyal) you know you got my mind blown
(Hey gyal) and you aint gotta go no where
Just keep your body right here
Hey gyal hey gyal hey gyal
Hey gyal you know you so fine
The way you move dat booty got me losing my mind
Mi higher off dat fiyah shots of patron and lime
Imma get up in dat (roooooom) and make dat body wind
And you aint gotta go no where (no where no where)
Mashing up dem sheets neighbors hear and no mi dont care
Dem bati boys no mi dont fear
Mi keep da fiyah for dem bumbaclot no dare
I make it go boom come on baby zoom zoom
Mi a take you to dat place dem a call it boom room
She undressing in the car I say baby too soon
Im about to pon di river all up in dat pum pum
Then its back to the streets cuz a nigga gotta eat
Jamaican in my roots European on my feet
True shotta how I run it in my eyes you can see
Yea its deep up in my blood but listen Im from the D hey gyal
Hey gyal I love the way you move it
The way you shaking yo booty got me losing
My mind its time
For you to come on over bring that body on over
(Hey gyal) the way you move it so slow
(Hey gyal) you know you got my mind blown
(Hey gyal) and you aint gotta go no where
Just keep your body right here
Hey gyal hey gyal hey gyal
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Writer(s): Bernard Kilgore
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