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buss hussy 
Wen it clap, abide by di riffle 

Clip weh talla dan di Eiffel 
Yuh bawl like you a stifle 
P***y wi nuh f**k fi buss hussy 
Coffin, Land

do a double shift tomorrow, party hard tonight
Oh baby baby baby
Fuck
Look at her ass
She's helping my addiction, when I get in the back
Sean Paul Get

of hit's
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly when girls stop by
For the summer for the summer
I like girls that wear Abercrombie & Fitch
I'd take

Swarm Me

Anthony B

So Many Things

1996

can't confuse, get di news. 

Repeat 

Verse 1: 
I'm in the middle surrounded by media 
Just through mi chant fire bun fi di leader 
Misleadership

sick i'm i'll without catching the corone
Tryna make a racking off rappin to splash it wid my bros
This a whole ship we lit attacking at ur boat
You

than these bitches
And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous
Middle finger to the feds, (?) all day
Take her out to eat then I make a bitch

Gouda

B-Legit

My Ghetto Report Card

2006

Gouda, sick wid it records
BME, Warner Brothers, the machinery
Ooh, look out pimp
Heavy on the grindin' entertainment
Stovetop productions

Ooh,

Scalp

Atmosphere

To All My Friends: Blood Makes the Blade Holy

2010

I grabbed my coat and stood up like that's all
But Sunny say {Hold up Sean, it's your day
I need a favor, let me throw some money your way}
I sat

Baby Boy

Beyoncé Knowles

Baby Boy [Australia CD]

2003

Paul 'longside Beyoncé, now hear de man say
Dis a dutty ye, dutty yow (yow), dutty ye (yow), dutty yow (yow, yeah)
Beyoncé sing it now ya

Baby boy,

Yeah its high time high time that we get rid of high crime
Yeah Its hard time dat ya know dat you be living a lie
N am bored ah da bitter politician

Baby Boy

Beyoncé

Dangerously in Love

2003

Sean de Paul 'longside Beyoncé (uh-huh), now hear di man say
Dis ah dutty yeah (a big tune), dutty yo (yo, yo)
Dutty yeah (yo, yo), dutty yo (yo, yeah)

it...
There go this nigga name Paul
Who watch Spin bend 
To get his dick on pause
I got you makin' crosses on ya chest
Bitch you aint a Christian
You can

it...
There go this nigga name Paul
Who watch Spin bend 
To get his dick on pause
I got you makin' crosses on ya chest
Bitch you aint a Christian
You can

longish yeng yeng wid a bitch pon it 

Rev it up a change gear like tiptronic 

Any Weh we ride by we a sick sumaddy 

Spenshell a fall boy wear a bird shit

flow sick like I got ill bars
1st round pick at the MC draft
These cunts wanna call me tapped
I'll Stand by that and get the last laugh

No I never tried

that I still your number one
'Cause Sean-da-Paul him a the man fi get it done (let's go)
I call my, girl (hey)
'Cause I got a problem (what?)
Only a curl

me some more. In time we'll be hitting the floor.
Sean Paul we passed the draw. Gimme the light give me the light Busta Rhymes girl gimme some Mo. In

how you talk to me 
N*ggas only drilling in there raps 
They couldnt talk for me 
1000 maps anyway i walk they wouldnt walk wid me

It was my manbag wid

Tell Noah fi buss yuh face wid eh ark
3 O'clock a day mi nuh walk inna dark
Guh pon crime scene mi a stare and a laugh
Dweet by mi self mi nuh walk wid

of me dawg
I can't slow down
You know me by now
Girl I'm sorry I just can't stop
I got it on lock when
I touch down with a bag on me
Blow a couple bands

Sick Wid It II

E-40

My Ghetto Report Card

2006

(the whole soil)
Sick Wid It nigga (now) been runnin this shit

[E-40]
Look out pimp!
Oyster Perpetual, cushion cut bezel
I'm busy I ain't even had time

Dreaming of future reality
Well you done know say nothing can′t stop me
'Cause a so we drop that
Yo - Sean Paul one time nah waste no time

Baby i′ll

down the road, got hit by a car
Crawled to the curb blue like avatar

Blue like the merc in sean pauls vid
Terrorizing the beat lets blow up a bridge

Heat 4 Yo Azz

Celly Cel

Heat 4 Yo Azz

1994

the chamber for them fools that play you close
Them Sick Wid' It niggas keep makin the beat 4 yo azz
Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz