"Take A Puff"

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 Take A Puff 

Written By: JAMERICAN 

Composed & Produced By: Kung Fu Beats

Copyrights: Jamerican Productions (2023) 

Published By: Earlington Taylor Music ASCAP (2023)

(Intro)

Now massive an crew

As we forward thru

Different vibes but you done know who it be 

Kung Fu Beats JAMERICAN 

This is a reggae love story...yeah.

(Chorus)

Take a puff a me marijuana me spot a pretty catty from across de way...yeah.

Take a puff a me marijuana fi meds what to her me ago pull up an say...yeah.

Take a puff a me marijuana as me start to skank on over to de pretty lady....yeah

Take a puff a me marijuana, but when me look in her pretty eyes...

Jah know she mek me forget what me plan fi say.

(BRIDGE)

De gyal dem want a ganjaman a morning 

Want a ganjaman a night 

A ganjaman fi burn a spliff wid an fuck all night.

A ganjaman a noon

A ganjaman by twilight

De gyal dem want JAMERICAN in a dem life.

(Verse)

I knew you were de only gyal for me when I saw you coming my way...yeah

I knew you were de only gyal for me so I had to forward an say...yeah

I knew you were de only gyal for me cause your such a fuckin pretty lady...yeah

I knew you were de only gyal for me...baby girl, do you pree wey me a say...yeah

(Chorus)

Take a puff a me marijuana me spot a pretty catty from across de way...yeah.

Take a puff a me marijuana fi meds what to her me ago pull up an say...yeah.

Take a puff a me marijuana as me start to skank on over to de pretty lady....yeah

Take a puff a me marijuana, but when me look in her pretty eyes...

Jah know she mek me forget what me plan fi say.

(Ganjaman Prayer)

Come ladies mek us pray.

Lard thank you for de ganja inna de morning

Lard thank you for de ganja inna de morning

Thank you for de ganja inna de evening. 

Thank you for de ganja inna de evening. 

Thank you for de ganja at night

Thank you for de ganja at night

In thee name we play...Amen

AMEN. 

(BRIDGE)

De gyal dem want a ganjaman a morning 

Want a ganjaman a night 

A ganjaman fi burn a spliff wid an fuck all night.

A ganjaman a noon

A ganjaman by twilight

De gyal dem want JAMERICAN in dem life

De gyal dem want a ganjaman a morning 

Want a ganjaman a night 

A ganjaman fi burn a spliff wid an fuck all night.

A ganjaman a noon

A ganjaman by twilight

De gyal dem want JAMERICAN in dem life

De gyal dem want a ganjaman a morning 

Want a ganjaman a night 

A ganjaman fi burn a spliff wid an fuck all night.

A ganjaman a noon

A ganjaman by twilight

De gyal dem want JAMERICAN in dem life

Oh Lard!

(Chorus)

Take a puff a me marijuana me spot a pretty catty from across de way...yeah.

Take a puff a me marijuana fi meds what to her me ago pull up an say...yeah.

Take a puff a me marijuana as me start to skank on over to de pretty lady....yeah

Take a puff a me marijuana, but when me look in her pretty eyes...

Jah know she mek me forget what me plan fi say.

RIDE PON IT

Written By: JAMERICAN 

Composed & Produced By: Kung Fu Beats

Copyrights: Jamerican Productions (2022) 

Published By: Earlington Taylor Music ASCAP (2022)

(Intro)

Ride up pon it

Ride up pon it

Esto es Jamerican Productions clásico putaz (in Spanish)

Hey BLOODCLAAT GYAL!

(Verse 1)

Ride up pon that bloodclaat cocky

A no me birth her but she a call man daddy

The way she jiggle and shake that batty 

Ride pon me cocky like a Ducati 

Ride up pon that bloodclaat cocky

A no me birth her but she a call man daddy

The way she jiggle and shake that batty 

Ride pon me cocky like a Ducati.

Ride up pon that bloodclaat cocky

A no me birth her but she a call man daddy

The way she jiggle and shake that batty 

Ride pon me cocky like a Ducati 

Ride up pon that bloodclaat cocky

A no me birth her but she a call man daddy

The way she jiggle and shake that batty 

Ride pon me cocky like a Du..YENG!

Birkin bags and popping tags

First class trips back to Jamaica

The way you ride me cocky gyal

There's nothing a nigga wouldn't give you. 

Birkin bags and popping tags

First class trips back to Jamaica

The way you ride me cocky gyal

There's nothing a nigga wouldn't give you. 

Birkin bags and popping tags

First class trips back to Jamaica

The way you ride me cocky gyal

There's nothing a nigga wouldn't give you. 

Birkin bags and popping tags

First class trips back to Jamaica

The way you ride me cocky gyal

There's nothing a nigga wouldn't give you.

(Chorus)

Can you be my little momma 

Be my sexy mamacita

Can you be my little momma 

Cause me love how you ride me cocky.

Can you be my little momma 

Be my sexy mamacita

Can you be my little momma 

Cause me love how you ride me cocky.

Can you be my little momma 

Be my sexy mamacita

Can you be my little momma 

Cause me love how you ride me cocky.

Can you be my little momma 

Be my sexy mamacita

Can you be my little momma 

Cause me love how you ride me cocky.

Ride up pon me cocky gyal until you pussy squirt

Ride up pon me cocky gyal until you pussy squirt

Ride up pon me cocky gyal until you pussy squirt
Your a bad bitch...

Bad bitch...

Bad bitch alert!

(Verse 2)

Ride up pon that bloodclaat cocky

A no me birth her but she a call man daddy

The way she jiggle and shake that batty 

Ride pon me cocky like a Ducati 

Ride up pon that bloodclaat cocky

A no me birth her but she a call man daddy

The way she jiggle and shake that batty 

Ride pon me cocky like a Du...YENG!

Your pussy fucking lit, that's why everyman them want to date you

Dem other gyal dey, just a hate because them really want to be you

Your pussy fucking lit, that's why everyman them want to date you

Dem other gyal dey, just a hate because them really want to be you

Your pussy fucking lit, that's why everyman them want to date you

Dem other gyal dey, just a hate because them really want to be you

Your pussy fucking lit, that's why everyman them want to date you

Make them waste gyal gwan and hate because them could never ever be you! 

(Chorus)

Can you be my little momma 

Be my sexy mamacita

Can you be my little momma 

Cause me love how you ride me cocky.

Can you be my little momma 

Be my sexy mamacita

Can you be my little momma 

Cause me love how you ride me cocky.

Can you be my little momma 

Be my sexy mamacita

Can you be my little momma 

Cause me love how you ride me cocky.

Can you be my little momma 

Be my sexy mamacita

Can you be my little momma 

Cause me love how you ride me cocky.

Ride up pon me cocky gyal until you pussy squirt

Ride up pon me cocky gyal until you pussy squirt

Ride up pon me cocky gyal until you pussy squirt

Your a bad bitch...

Bad bitch...

Bad bitch alert!

Aahh Jamerican Productions putaz (in Spanish)

MONEY BRINKS LINK

Written By: JAMERICAN 

Composed & Produced By: Wizical Beats

Copyrights: Jamerican Productions (2022) 

Published By: Earlington Taylor Music ASCAP (2022)

(Intro)

AAAAHAHAH JAMERICAN Productions

HAH, HAH...JAMERICAN

Money Brinks Link…watch di flex

Money Brinks Link…watch di flex

Money Brinks Link…Yo JAMERICAN

RAAH...Watch di flex

(Verse 1)

Ghetto youths want every dollar in a di brinks,

Rise up me banga phone and call up me links.

Yo dawg put di plan in sync,

Gas up di yeng yeng and mek we lay way di brinks.

Ghetto youths want champagne fi pour.

No more lock down, that we can't endure,

Di government don't seem to give a fuck bout di poor,

So we rise up di tool an mek di bullets pour.

RRRAAAAWWWWW!

(Chorus)

Wey unnu bloodclaat think,

Ghetto youths want live like sphinx,

Dats why we a pree di Money Brinks Link.

Wey di fuck unnu think.

Wey unnu bloodclaat think,

My dawgs want champagne to drink,

Dats why we a pree di Money Brinks Link.

Wey di fuck unnu think.

(Verse 2)

It's hard in Jamaica for every bloodclaat pimp,

So di thugs dem grab dem nuts an fuckin walk wid a limp.

Life in Jamaica is unforgiven babygirl have a UWI degree an selling pussy for a living.

Di Garrison's hot wid reprisal killings,

Zoso lockdowns di ras dem can't mek a shilling.

That's why ghetto youths put di henny to we head.

Fuck a fat pussy gal  

Bun a spliff an go to bed.

Di choppa squeeze off nothing but lead 

Another youth marrow gone pon di asphalt dead

Ghetto youths want every dollar in a di brinks,

Rise up me banga phone and call up me links.

Yo brodie get di plan in sync.

Gas up di yeng yeng and mek we lay way di brinks.

Ghetto youths want champagne fi pour.

No more lock down, that we can't endure.

RRRAAAAWWWWW! 

(Chorus)

Wey unnu bloodclaat think,

Ghetto youths want live like sphinx,

Dats why we a pree di Money Brinks Link.

Wey di fuck unnu think.

Wey unnu bloodclaat think,

My dawgs want champagne to drink,

Dats why we a pree di Money Brinks Link.
Wey di fuck unnu think.

(BRIDGE)

Ghetto youths want every dollar in a di brinks,

Dollar in a di brinks,

Every dollar in a di brinks,

Ghetto youths want every dollar in a di brinks,

Dollar in a di Do..Do..Do..Dollar in a di brinks,

My dawgs want champagne to drink,

CHA..CHA..Champagne to drink, CHA..CHA..champagne to drink,..

My dawgs want champagne to drink,

CHA..CHA..Champagne to drink, CHA..CHA..champagne to drink.

(Verse 3)

Ghetto youths want every dollar in a di brinks,

Rise up me banga phone and call up me links.

Yo dawg put di plan in sync,

Gas up di yeng yeng and mek we lay way di brinks.

Ghetto youths want champagne fi pour.

No more lock down, that we can't endure,

Di government don't seem to give a fuck bout di poor,

So we rise up di tool an mek di bullets pour.

(Chorus)

Wey unnu bloodclaat think,

Ghetto youths want live like sphinx,

Dats why we a pree di Money Brinks Link.

Wey di fuck unnu think.

Wey unnu bloodclaat think,

My dawgs want champagne to drink,

Dats why we a pree di Money Brinks Link.

Wey di fuck unnu think.

Fire Up A Spliff

Written By: JAMERICAN

Composed & Produced By: KUNG FU BEATS

 Copyrights: Jamerican Productions (2021)  

Published By: Earlington Taylor Music ASCAP (2021)

(Intro)

Yo sometimes, you seem me…

Wish say some people would keep me name out a them mouth…

Where do I begin…

Hah, begin…

Hah, begin…

Hah, Begin…

Hah, begin…

Hah, begin…

Hah, begin…

(Verse 1)

Where do I begin...

Clear my thoughts a shot a gin...hah

Where do I start....

Me no know, but me a talk from me heart...hah

What would I be if the hate didn’t motivate me...hah

I guess I really be, a wicked pickney like my worthless daddy...

(Chorus)

Fire up a spliff an get high one more time,

Them say me couldn’t win, but me cross the finish line.

Them bloodclaat haters will never doubt me again.

The day I loose is the day my fucking life ends.

Fire up a spliff an get high one more time,

Them say me couldn’t win but me cross the finish line.

Them bloodclaat haters will never doubt me again.

The day I loose is the day my fucking life ends.

(Verse 2)

These days dawg, I’m only loyal to my bank account an my dick.

Thats certified, bonafide, bloodclaat rudebwoy shit...

In God I put my trust dawg, thats how us rudebwoyz survive...

We don’t bend, fold or break nigga

We die with our pride...

 Blaze up for the hustlers on the block nigga...hah

My trap niggaz...

Who had no mother or father figures...hah

The forgotten niggaz...

To give us trust funds or stocks nigga...hah

Straight facts nigga...

All night we bleeding that block nigga...

To make that bank account bigga...

(Chorus)

Fire up a spliff an get high one more time,

Them say me couldn’t win, but me cross the finish line.

Them bloodclaat haters will never doubt me again.

The day I loose is the day my fucking life ends.

Fire up a spliff an get high one more time,

Them say me couldn’t win but me cross the finish line.

Them bloodclaat haters will never doubt me again.

The day I loose is the day my fucking life ends.

(Chorus)

Fire up a spliff an get high one more time,

Them say me couldn’t win, but me cross the finish line.

Them bloodclaat haters will never doubt me again.

The day I loose is the day my fucking life ends.

Fire up a spliff an get high one more time,

Them say me couldn’t win but me cross the finish line.

Them bloodclaat haters will never doubt me again.

The day I loose....

I WILL NOT LOOSE!

(Outro)

Yo, another JAMERICAN Productions...ah

Street banga...ah

Along with Kung Fu...who?...Bloodclaat Beats!

JAMERICAN.

HUSTLE GRIND SHINE

Written By: JAMERICAN 

Composed & Produced By: KUNG FU BEATS 

 Copyrights: Jamerican Productions (2020)  

Published By: Earlington Taylor Music ASCAP (2021)

(Intro) 

AAAAHOO… 

Yo Jamerican Productions… 

AAAAHOO… 

Along With Kung Fu Bloodclaat Beats… 

AAAAHOO… 

JAMERICAN 

AAAAHOO…

(Verse 1) 

From you see how me a braff You know say me money tall. 

Fi dem money must be toddler cause it barely a crawl. 

Me buy out di fucking bar, Cause a so di thugs par. 

Ask your girl and she tell you, Man A bloodclaat star. 

Di bikes and the bentley Polish shine and clean. 

Di scammaz wid the thugs In a di party wid the machine. 

Di ganja wid the grabba In a blunt we a steam. 

The pushaz with the plug Serve the junkies and the fiends. 

(Chorus)

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!) 

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!) 

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!) 

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!)

(Verse 2)

From you see how me a braff You know me money take flight. 

Fe them money must be phony Cause it don’t look right. 

We hustle all day then we shine all night Step up in the party buy every bottle in site. 

Single mothers do anything to make their youths eat right, 

Single mothers turn to hookers when the day turns to night. 

Single fathers turn killers when the price on a niggaz head is right. 

That’s the fucking reality of the ghetto youths plight.

(Bridge)

You don’t see how me car pretty polish and shine, 

Just a glisten in a the sun like a brand new dime. 

You don’t see how we girls pretty sexy curvy and fine. 

Everyday me get up me thank God shes mine.

(Verse 1 Repeats)

From you see how me a braff You know say me money tall. 

Fi dem money must be toddler cause it barely a crawl. 

Me buy out di fucking bar, Cause a so di thugs par. 

Ask your girl and she tell you, Man A bloodclaat star. 

Di bikes and the bentley Polish shine and clean. 

Di scammaz wid the thugs In a di party wid the machine. 

Di ganja wid the grabba In a blunt we a steam. 

The pushaz with the plug Serve the junkies and the fiends. 

(Chorus)

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!) 

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!) 

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!) 

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!)

(Bridge)

You don’t see how me car pretty polish and shine, 

Just a glisten in a the sun like a brand new dime. 

You don’t see how we girls pretty sexy curvy and fine. 

Everyday me get up me thank God shes mine.

(Chorus)

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!) 

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!) 

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!) 

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!)

(Chorus)

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!) 

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!) 

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!) 

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!)

(Chorus)

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!) 

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!) 

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!) 

First we hustle grind then we bloodclaat shine...(ma ma ma ma Mash it up!)

So Many Big Batty Girls.

Written Composed & Produced By: JAMERICAN

 Copyrights: Jamerican Productions (2020)  

Published By: Earlington Taylor Music ASCAP (2020)

(Intro)

Girls……

Big Batty Girls…

Big Batty Girls…

Big Batty Girls…

(Verse 1)

This is an invitation,

To girls across the ocean.

I’m talking black, white, 

Indian, Hispanic and Asian.

Which one will be the one,

For Jamerican to wine upon.

To girls across the world come mek we have some fun.

East, West,

North, South.

Fat, Slim.

Girls from all about.

Whether you 

Tall or Short,

Girls walk out….

I want all my big batty girls to come out.

(Chorus)

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

And them making them fat ass clap, All fucking night!

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

And them making them fat ass clap, All fucking night!

(Verse 2)

East, West,

North, South.

Girls from London to the dirty south.

My girls from Clarendon mek me hear you shout.

My girls from San Fran come mek we shock out.

Iceland mek me warm you out.

Sweden the Scandinavian route.

Because the Finnish girls will wear you out.

But Brazilian girls is what it’s all about.

Fat, tall,

Skinny, slim,

Girls wine out,

Like you inna di gym,

Smooth, rough, hard lovin’,

Jamerican will keep you fit and trim.

(Chorus)

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

And them making them fat ass clap, All fucking night!

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

And them making them fat ass clap, All fucking night!

(Verse 3)

East, West,

North, South.

Girls from Portland to Waterhouse,

St. Ann, to di Negril round about.

Di girls from yard them know how to turn you out.

Never know so many beautiful girls exist.

Girls from Greenland come gimme a kiss.

Australian girls life is bliss.

Hawaiian girls them know how to shake them hips.

Want a good time bredren,

Just holla at the girls from May Penn.

New York girls them,

Being with them is like being in heaven.

(Chorus)

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

And them making them fat ass clap, All fucking night!

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

And them making them fat ass clap, All fucking night!

(Bridge)

East, West,

North, South.

Calling girls from all about.

All my rudeboiz inna the house,

If you love the girls mek me hear you shout…hey!

This is an invitation,

To girls across the ocean.

I’m talking black, white, 

Indian, Hispanic and Asian.

This is your theme song,

To dance all night long.

Girls all over the world you are number one.

Dance floor, 

Wild Out,

Girls hand inna the air,

Mek me hear you shout.

My LA girls me naw go leave you out,

But the African girls is what its all about.

(Chorus)

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

And them making them fat ass clap, All fucking night!

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

So many big batty girls inna the club tonight.

And them making them fat ass clap, All fucking night!

STEP IN A THE CLUB (WILD NIGHT)

Written Composed & Produced By: JAMERICAN

 Copyrights: Jamerican Productions (2019)  

Published By: Earlington Taylor Music ASCAP (2019)

(Intro)

My right pocket full a money,

The left full A rubbers….

It’s about to be a WILD NIGHT MOTHAFUCKAZ!

Make way mek me …

STEP IN A THE, HA! (If you don’t know who it be)

STEP IN A THE, HA!

STEP IN A THE, HA! (I’m Jamerican/Jamerican Is Who I Be)

Please move mek me…

STEP IN A THE, HU!

STEP IN A THE, HO! (I’m Jamerican/Jamerican Is Who I Be)

STEP IN A THE, HA!

(Chorus)

When me STEP IN A THE CLUB

Me come to fuckin mek a splash!

Clean cut/clothes press..

Always lookin posh!

When me STEP IN A THE DANCE

Me come fi mek a fuckin scene!

Lookin fine/all the time

JAMERICAN is top notch!

DJ drop the track in a the club

The people bawl out rewind.

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

Pull it up one time.

DJ drop the track in a the club

The people bawl out rewind/rewind.

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

Pull it up one time.

JAMERICAN dey ya now

To take over the main line.

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

Number one spot is mine.

JAMERICAN dey ya now

To take over the main line.

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

Number one spot is mine.

Look how long JAMERICAN been waiting

Now it’s finally my time.

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

It’s about BLOODCLAAT time!

Look how long JAMERICAN been waiting

Now it’s finally my time.

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

It’s about BLOODCLAAT time!

(Verse)

Them only hang around when you dey pon top.

When the money a run and the bottles them a pop.

Song number one on the Billboard Charts.

Everybody sweating you/telling you/you hot.

But make it ever happen say you lose any A that.

You see the fake fucks them disappear off the map.

Phone stop ring/It use to blow up nonstop.

Girls that you have pon IG/You them block.

Niggaz!…

Use to have it all/All of a sudden it’s a wrap.

Niggaz!…

Cars and house on the repo block.

Niggaz!…

Shows did sell out/All of a sudden them flop.

Niggaz!...

Use to mek it rain/now for cash these Niggaz Strapped!

(Chorus)

When me STEP IN A THE CLUB

Me come to fuckin mek a splash!

Clean cut/clothes press..

Always lookin posh!

When me STEP IN A THE DANCE

Me come fi mek a fuckin scene!

Lookin fine/all the time

JAMERICAN is top notch!

DJ drop the track in a the club

The people bawl out rewind/rewind.

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

Pull it up one time.

DJ drop the track in a the club

The people bawl out rewind/rewind.

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

Pull it up one time.

JAMERICAN dey ya now

To take over the main line

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

Number one spot is mine.

JAMERICAN dey ya now

To take over the main line.

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

Number one spot is mine.

Look how long JAMERICAN been waiting

Now it’s finally my time.

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

It’s about BLOODCLAAT time!

Look how long JAMERICAN been waiting

Now it’s finally my time.

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

It’s about BLOODCLAAT time!

(Bridge)

All my shottaz sing…

BOP! BOP!

Sound the rudeboi alarm!

Bop! Bop!

Lick a shot for the dime pieces

Pon me arm!

BOP! BOP!

Sound the rudeboi alarm!

Bop! Bop!

Lick a shot for the dime pieces

Pon me arm!

My right pocket full a money

The left full A rubbers….

It’s about to be a WILD NIGHT MOTHAFUCKAZ!

My right pocket full a money

The left full A rubbers….

It’s about to be a WILD NIGHT MOTHAFUCKAZ!

My right pocket full a money

The left full A rubbers….

It’s about to be a WILD NIGHT MOTHAFUCKAZ!

My right pocket full a money/money

The left full A rubbers….

It’s about to be a WILD NIGHT MOTHAFUCKAZ!

(Chorus)

When me STEP IN A THE CLUB

Me come to fuckin mek a splash!

Clean cut/clothes press..

Always lookin posh!

When me STEP IN A THE DANCE

Me come fi mek a fuckin scene!

Lookin fine/all the time

JAMERICAN is top notch!

DJ drop the track in a the club

The people bawl out rewind/rewind.

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

Pull it up one time.

DJ drop the track in a the club

The people bawl out rewind/rewind.

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

Pull it up one time.

JAMERICAN dey ya now

To take over the main line.

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

Number one spot is mine.

JAMERICAN dey ya now

To take over the main line.

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

Number one spot is mine.

Look how long JAMERICAN been waiting

Now it’s finally my time.

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

It’s about BLOODCLAAT time!

Look how long JAMERICAN been waiting

Now it’s finally my time.

BUYAKA! BUYAKA!

It’s about BLOODCLAAT time!