Intro My pretty little africa prize x2 Black black rose in my garden bed Where d'you come from? I don't have got them My heart is beating go boom boom
na na na na na na Na na na na na na na na na Just the otha day Said I ran into this beautiful lady She asked me my name And I told her it's Gyptian
Oh, why am I here just wasting my time Wishing and praying you'll be mine, girl Why am I here just wasting my time Wishing and praying you'll be mine
I Can Feel Your Pain... Oooo [Verse 1:] Lady I Can Feel Your Pain Even If You Thousand Miles Away Oooo Girl I Can Remember Those Days When Lonleness
Na Na Na Na O O A Sa Na Na Na Na O O A Na Na Na Na O O Eaaaaa Ecoutez Le! Na Na Na Na O O A Sa Na Na Na Na O O A Na Na Na Na O O Eaaaaa If You Really
VERSE ONE What a policy? Me turn on de Tv Da first ting is crime beats me What a controversy Kathrine a breed fi boy And now him say a dat a no
oooohh yeaah Gyal mi wann fi hold yuh Put mi arms right around yuh Gyal you give me the tightest hold me eva get inna my life Gyal mi wann fi just squeeze
she scared of my plan You s-I-I-I-I, uh uh uh oh, my baby she's calling Still she wanna come over do some real love making, gyptian Tell her I'm fucking
poor (Mama dont cry) (Verse) I admire the time you stood by me through all of the bad times Mama, scold me when i done wrong and said ?Gyptian, dont
matter how far meh go She say she rather be there so And she nah run no joke Like a hundred degree clock Wine like that Girl baby wine and stop [ Gyptian
Intro ' (Verse One) Hello? [hello] I hear school girl callin, Callin me on my phone I tell flavor tell them gyptian aint home I hear school callin,
Yeah yeah...na na na na na woh woh... Yeah yeah yeah yeah ..yah yah yeah yeah wow wow Chorus: And Ii seh These Are some serious times All I can
Ohhh, ohh yeah, ohhh. Girl it feels like heaven when I make love to you, There's no special... no one to get to you, [Chorus:] 'Cause I'm so much in
Hey nananana woo woo satnanana woooo Aye take up all me money And swounder down de jail Fly to upon man to meet dis young boy there Make him influence
[Verse 1: Gyptian] Take a lot of me money Then you throw it down the drain, Flattered by this girl that makes This young boy sing You say that I influence
'm black and I'm proud I'm shoutin it loud So mi skin mi nah go bleach out [Verse 2: Gyptian] Well it's my skin, is my skin I like that my black skin
Ganjaman time... Walking through the valley with my chalwa in my hand, Feel so good to be a real high grade one; Looking to the field and luckily I
me out, or ask me why. Woman I love you. (I love you, I love you) And baby I love you. Gyptian love you. (ahhhhhh) (some singing and talking) [Gyptian] And Baby I love you. Gyptian
