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this is a tale about a man, his vision is blurried and his world

is spinning fast like fan

a brand new day means a brand new problem

and all things seem to fail just before he wants to start them.

no explanation for this bullshit, brain is out of order, mouth

is like a full clip

of ordinary things that he wannna tell the world...

the man i talk about is me, the problem is a bad girl..



yo! sheґs a foxy one and full of ginger

abled to turn men in to mice and "battlecats" into

"cringers"

it was hard to handle this shocks

when "ms. sunny island" met "mr. brompton city

boondox".

it ainґt hard to tell that the way that i feel

is like iґm trapped in a living hell.

this mamacita drives me crazy and if this situation stays that way

iґm pushing up some motherfukkinґ daysies.

when she crosses the alley, cars crash,

and if you wistle after her you might risk a bash(ouch!)

if you ask her for a date you might catch a smile...

but she is too hot to handle so donґt even try (... donґt even try)



so what the deal mommy? haha!

bahama mama makes me wicked in this fukkinґ game of love!

so what the deal mommy? haha!

i give you everything that iґve got.



i told her everything i did in the past,

to find out more about the girl, thatґs only made for the braz.

valentine cards i bought her , flowers and shit.

a bunch of roses that iґd put to her door got stolen by a bunch of kids.

i tried it all but nothing seems to fit,

until my buddy chino came to me and told me basically this:

(chino:)"put it in a song, a reggaetune, you know?"

under her balcony i stood and sung so:

"nah me the rude boy from brompton city

singing for the irie girl that doesnґt love me

why donґt you come down and hold me close?"

the only thing that really came down was some water icecold..

now we are staring at each other without a plan

she says:" iґve got to tell you a little something, maybe

then you understand

the things you did for me were cool but better hit the trail,cuzґ

i love to make love, but only to a female" ( ... to a female,

what the hell!!)



so what the deal mommy? haha!

bahama mama makes me wicked

in this fukkinґ game of love.

so what the deal mommy? haha!

i give you everything that iґve got.



stop romancing, start dancing

(ladies,shake that nasty ass,come on!!

oooh,i like dat! ey yo,chi hit it off!!!)



so what the deal mommy? haha!

bahama mama makes me wicked in this fukkinґ game of love!

so what the deal mommy? haha!

i give you everything that iґve got!



(one moґtime 4 the ladies,come on!!)

this is a tale about a man, his vision is blurried and his world

is spinning fast like fan

a brand new day means a brand new problem

and all things seem to fail just before he wants to start them.

no explanation for this bullshit, brain is out of order, mouth

is like a full clip

of ordinary things that he wannna tell the world...

the man i talk about is me, the problem is a bad girl..



yo! sheґs a foxy one and full of ginger

abled to turn men in to mice and "battlecats" into

"cringers"

it was hard to handle this shocks

when "ms. sunny island" met "mr. brompton city

boondox".

it ainґt hard to tell that the way that i feel

is like iґm trapped in a living hell.

this mamacita drives me crazy and if this situation stays that way

iґm pushing up some motherfukkinґ daysies.

when she crosses the alley, cars crash,

and if you wistle after her you might risk a bash(ouch!)

if you ask her for a date you might catch a smile...

but she is too hot to handle so donґt even try (... donґt even try)



so what the deal mommy? haha!

bahama mama makes me wicked in this fukkinґ game of love!

so what the deal mommy? haha!

i give you everything that iґve got.



i told her everything i did in the past,

to find out more about the girl, thatґs only made for the braz.

valentine cards i bought her , flowers and shit.

a bunch of roses that iґd put to her door got stolen by a bunch of kids.

i tried it all but nothing seems to fit,

until my buddy chino came to me and told me basically this:

(chino:)"put it in a song, a reggaetune, you know?"

under her balcony i stood and sung so:

"nah me the rude boy from brompton city

singing for the irie girl that doesnґt love me

why donґt you come down and hold me close?"

the only thing that really came down was some water icecold..

now we are staring at each other without a plan

she says:" iґve got to tell you a little something, maybe

then you understand

the things you did for me were cool but better hit the trail,cuzґ

i love to make love, but only to a female" ( ... to a female,

what the hell!!)



so what the deal mommy? haha!

bahama mama makes me wicked

in this fukkinґ game of love.

so what the deal mommy? haha!

i give you everything that iґve got.



stop romancing, start dancing

(ladies,shake that nasty ass,come on!!

oooh,i like dat! ey yo,chi hit it off!!!)



so what the deal mommy? haha!

bahama mama makes me wicked in this fukkinґ game of love!

so what the deal mommy? haha!

i give you everything that iґve got!



(one moґtime 4 the ladies,come on!!)

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