am hooked on yuh lovin' Like a big snapper fish Di way yuh look, di way yuh dressed a dat mi caan resist Yuh personality there's no odda like it Buju Banton
Wanna be loved Not for who you think I am Nor what you want me to be Could you love me for me? Real love, with no strings attached I wanna give you me
One more day in the struggle Have to get up and juggle You done know, want a little sugar inna de pan Me nah see fi trouble, no man Oh oh oh Said I had
you play some more Verse 1: Without di dancehall, a whe we woulda do Reggae muzik call, you must ansa to Wine up, jump up, when you hear sweet reggae Buju Banton
Got to let this woman know it's real Exactly how the rude boy feel Oh baby, oh lady, yeah This one is called lovers choice Never know you woulda really
kill dem all I take the lyrics and murder dem kill dem all represent represent kill dem all
Buju B and RedRat love dem bad Without gal pickney What kinda fun we woulda have? When me see them me glad Miles upon, miles me ready fi trod, can't
It is real, as real as it seem Don't you live on illusion And don't you ever try to live a dream I sing Buju say how could you rise up every living day
How yuh look good so? Yu a mussi look good machine Young fresh an green man Buju Banton pon dem case, watch here Woman di way yuh look good yuh mek me
While I'm living Thanks I'll be giving To the most high, you know I am living while I'm living to the father I will pray Only he knows how we get through
Once again, I'm alone, facing problems on my own All alone, I don't know what I've done The pressure just keep on tumbling down Lord I bawl, Lord I bawl
Murderer, blood is on your shoulder Kill I today you cannot kill I tomorrow Murder, your inside must be hollow How does it feel to take the life of another
Thou we struggle Jah is the ruler and protector of I and I life All man a bawl (Eh) (Ethiopia) Africans with African pride (Somalia) Fighting to attain
't you backs it up Tell dem Buju Banton say she have di right stuff Ah rude girl a you posses the Midas touch From ya fabulous, Buju say you fabulous
gone Aiy yi yi yi No sense in living it alone, no Aiy yi yi yi Say, aiy yi yi Aiy yi yi, oh Aiy yi yi, oh Whoa, mmm mmm mmm Buju and Beres, Joey Crack
It's not an easy road Many see the glamor and the glitter And think it's a bed of rose Who feels it, knows Lord, help me sustain these blows It's not
You're supposed to know the works fuel the action Music a playing, your waist responding Non stop ticking just like a time bomb A you every man want slam Buju Banton
forces have gathered for what I dont know I really I dont know they think that their clever doing whatever all men will have to equal their soul remember buju
