Wha' G'wan?

Well as a youngster I was known as a real Casanova
Real "G"
De gal dem, dem hot flava
Cheeky chap but never have bad behaviour
De kinda guy you daddy would a done fraid a
Step through de gate, daddy heart start fe murmur
"Daddy this is Tukka"
Him no smile him no answer
Feel him mind a tick
"A weh you do wid me daughter?"
De glare weh him gimme woulda kill a dozen soldier
Try fe hold me calm, be mature, act older
De gal she get wild and fling her legs all over
Now I'm in danger, I feel de man temper
And in de back of me mind me a just tink say

Wah g'wan?
Me see how you lookin' at me

Now I'm gettin' older
Different decade, different scenario
Now a college yoot
Woulda tink me woulda settle down
But as a matter of fact me get worse
Too much flava
Too much nationality to saviour
Voluptuous to slender
Cheerleader to who a study to be a doctor
Bring it round yah
I'm on top a me game a like a premiership baller
Anyting me touch bounce fe score yah
Ain't no surprise when you see me pon campus
I juggle wid one'n'two gal I cause rumpus
I don't know what it is, dem call me a minx
De gal dem surround me
Me a sing she

Wah g'wan?
Me see how you lookin' at me

Now it's funny how de world go round in full circle
Situations from de past turn round and bite you
It's like de father a say
"You lickle retch you!
You tink weh you do as a yoot wouldn't come ketch you?"
I'm a big man now wid three pickney
And two a dem a gal child
Cha!
Ya feel me?
Me nah lie, me want send dem go a nunnary
And throw away de key, release dem when deh 43
Check dis
Me inna me house, sit down comfortably
Me youngest baby come in wid a bro', yes de size of me
But game recognize game
Before she mention him name
It fly inna him brain weh me a tink say

Wah g'wan?
Me see how you lookin' at me



Credits
Writer(s): Lee Morgan, Robert Taylor, Geoff Wilkinson
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